Luyện nghe bài hát BO2

it out, yo

I be yiggy, yes y'all, doctor on call
I'll rock 'til my name in on the wall
Got like the rappers in Great George
Got weed? I got blunt, My Jamal

I pause, the ash from my L
I pause Run and Jason Mizell
The emcee is me, host for the
Papa Doc, only thing I don't on the mic

I choke a bitch out and my gwap correct
Then my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque
I trucks but drop-tops is the best
From the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex, me

Ha ha, she red so cool
Any nigga after me, a deja vu
Doc stay in the paint like A.I.
watch how a one tonner made a move, dig it

Hop in my truck and roll up the
Ayo, you what you in for
Once we the corner, light up the endo
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Oh yes, she with me low like a limbo
with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough
Third degree, let it burn with my
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Who these corner store rappers cracks in my hall?
Mama's in the cookin' cat, rat and dog
Me, I a lil' somethin', y'all could have it all
I walk before I crawl and move this package in my draws

That's why I the pedal to the muh'fuckin' floor
ten per cent method, only plug somethin' poor
And still I it funky like four plus one more
Get money like 'In God We Trust', trust your boy

It's a given, this life it was written
for me, I'm what the recipe is missing
Blow my in the air, key the ignition
Then get to switchin', pluckin' ashes off the clip and

Mammy ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde
If anybody try to 'Kill Bill', it'll be the bride
all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine
And now I'm on grind like Method Man in his prime

Now hop in my truck and up the window
Ayo, you what you in for
Once we the corner, light up the endo
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Oh yes, she me gettin' low like a limbo
Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get
Third degree, let it with my kinfolk
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Yo, I got my on and I feel great
Funk Doc be in the hood like cases
I network on real late
my apple make me another Bill Gates

Around my crib, look how I
I'm a but crip niggas say I get biz
Anywhere I did a women sayin' that I'm
So

Yeah, another mic, night and the day's end
Another heist, another kite in the pen
My state business shit, dudes just break wind
New York nigga, either you're mice or made men

I do the dirt that my hand on the work
I got the other hand up Lisa's skirt
My aim one since day one
How shots will it take to make son drop?

Hop in my and roll up the window
Ayo, you know you in for
Once we turn the corner, light up the
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Oh yes, she with me gettin' low a limbo
Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get
degree, let it burn with my kinfolk
Ayo, ayo, ayo

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