Luyện nghe bài hát BO2

it out, yo

I be yiggy, yes y'all, doctor on call
I'll 'til my name in graffiti on the wall
Got like the rappers in Great George
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 thing I choke on the mic

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

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

Hop in my truck and up the window
Ayo, you what 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 we'll 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 a lil' somethin', y'all could have it all
I tryna before I crawl and move this package in my draws

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

It's a given, livin' this 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 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 Method Man in his prime

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

Oh yes, she with me 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
Funk Doc be in the like Enfamil cases
I on MySpace real late
Hoping my apple make me another 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, another mic, another and the day's end
Another heist, another in the state pen
My state business shit, y'all dudes just break
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 Lisa's skirt
My aim one day one stop
How shots will it take to make son drop?

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

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

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