Luyện nghe bài hát BO2

it out, yo

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

I pause, the ash from my L
I pause like Run and Jason
The is me, host for the night
Papa Doc, only thing I choke on the mic

I a bitch out and my gwap ain't correct
Then with my giant hancock, get the cheque
I love but drop-tops is the best
the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex, watch me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now 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 like a
Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get
Third degree, let it burn my kinfolk
Ayo, ayo, ayo

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

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

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

I do the dirt that keep my hand on the
I got the other hand up Mona skirt
My aim one day one stop
How many shots will it take to make son

Hop in my truck and 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 you how to get dough
degree, let it burn with my kinfolk
Ayo, ayo, ayo

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