Luyện nghe bài hát BO2

it out, yo

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

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

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

Ha ha, she like red so
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 truck and roll up the
Ayo, you know you in for
Once we the corner, light up the endo
Ayo, ayo, ayo

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

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

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

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

Mammy ride 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 mine
And now I'm on grind like 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 with me 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 MySpace real
Hoping my make me another Bill Gates

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

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

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

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

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

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