Luyện nghe bài hát BO2

it out, yo

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

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

I choke a bitch out and my gwap correct
Then my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque
I love 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 paint like A.I.
watch how a one tonner made a move, dig it

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

Who corner store rappers slingin' cracks in my hall?
in the kitchen cookin' cat, rat and dog
Me, I want a lil' somethin', 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, only plug poor
And still I keep it funky four plus one more
Get this money like 'In God We Trust', your boy

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

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

Now 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 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 swagger on and I feel
Funk Doc be in the hood Enfamil cases
I network on MySpace real
Hoping my apple make me another Gates

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

Yeah, another mic, another night and the end
Another heist, kite in the state pen
My business shit, y'all dudes just break wind
New York nigga, either you're made 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 day one stop
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 the corner, light up the endo
Ayo, ayo, ayo

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

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