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 flow 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 is me, host for the night
Papa Doc, only thing I don't on the mic

I choke a bitch out and my 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 like red so
Any nigga after me, it's a vu
Doc stay in the like A.I. shoes
Just watch how a one made a move, dig it

Hop in my truck and roll up the
Ayo, you what 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 with my kinfolk
Ayo, ayo, ayo

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

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

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

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

Now 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 me gettin' low like a limbo
Roll with Gs and show you how to get dough
Third degree, let it burn with my
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Yo, I got my swagger on and I great
Doc be in the hood like Enfamil cases
I network on MySpace real
Hoping my make me another Bill Gates

Around my crib, look how I
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
heist, another kite in the state pen
My state business shit, y'all dudes break wind
New York nigga, either made mice or made men

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

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

Oh yes, she with me 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

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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