Luyện nghe bài hát BO2

it out, yo

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

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

I choke a out and my gwap ain't correct
Then with my 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 me, it's 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 know you in for
Once we turn the corner, light up the
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 with my kinfolk
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 tryna walk before I 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 it funky like four plus one more
Get this money '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 piff in the air, key the
get to lane switchin', pluckin' ashes off the clip and

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

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

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

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

Around my crib, how I live
I'm a slob but niggas say I get biz
I did a show women sayin' that I'm
So

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

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

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

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

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