Luyện nghe bài hát Check It Out

From a nickel and ass nigga
To a top top top, big
it, check it out, check it out
Check it out, it
it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, it

It cell in this town that can hold
And fuck the task force 'cuz them suckas to fold me, scold me
Told me if I move that they was
Got me to the station, hella questions they be
the big balla, who supply your crew?
Who got the big birdies in the box is it
I said a word 'cuz nigga I don't do so
You fools, got some question ask the lawyer Rouseau

I'm so international, all about my
18 million rational, speak
you want fool dogg tell me what you need
'Bout a couple pints of Hennisse an eighth of
Seems gettin' shorter
Time to from nickels, dimes up to quarters
Kurupt, B-legit, and 40
oughta, get to swervin'
Take a hit, hit the strip and then get to

Squa, music, Mobb music
Right on a muthfucka and draw on his ass music
The 213 the
a ho without a muthafuckin' tug of war
40 water your playa
Ever the womb, I been a tycoone
up
(Actin' up)
Actin'
(Actin' tough)
Actin' bad with all kinds of guns and

From a nickel and dime ass
To a top hat big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass
To a top hat ballin' big
From a nickel and ass nigga
To a top hat big rigga
From a and dime ass nigga
To a top hat big rigga

I got a half a ounce and a to bounce
Half a brick to flip, large accounts
Life as a nigga with loot don't count
Life as a young nigga with loot out
You it ain't nothin' to it but to do it
Flow like fluid, inlcuded
Pursue it, it and run through it
Doin' what I do is to maintain my composure
Ah man they came through with no

The muthfuckin' county ain't no for the savage
A cock hound dank smokin' 'bout his cabbage
But if I'm ever caught I'm a my shit
Divorce my but nigga keep my bitch
Bury my mail in my backyard
poppin' chyme to correctional guards
They wit my crew 'cuz they claim that we be trouble
Them niggaz from the V to the H-I

I'm tryin' to get party tonight at this motel
A gang a bitches there, more on my voice mail
full of the ice and the fifths
My homey K-1 blunts at the crib
First I take a hit, like a pimp
The savage with the million dollar limp
Another big day for this ass balla
Hit the block stock in my fin Impala

Let them pipes
I I'm lookin' saucy
19 shots sittin' to my 40
my knot
Shake the spot and far
Bitch, I'm a rap star

a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat big rigga
a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat big rigga
a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big
From a and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big

Me open shop sixteenth of powder to a whole zip
To a half ham now I'm kilograms
Niggaz 'spect me to the upmost 'cuz I'm highly 'bout
Niggaz love me because I'm all my paper route
I keep my lawyers and my bail bondsmen shit
For all I know they might decide to shit
Back in the day was easily out-smarted
But now they got some new and state of the art

Now it's goin' down am I in the past
This day slavery takin' toll on my ass
You either take me in or let's timer go
Or if you got some charges let this timer know
I told you I'm a rapper, to entertain
Catch me on the stage with a mic game
Legit's my and you can even ask your daughter
About Kurupt, and 40 water

From a nickel and dime ass
To a top hat ballin' big
a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat big rigga
From a and dime ass nigga
To a top hat big rigga
a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat big rigga

From a nickel and ass nigga
(Check it)
To a top
(Check it out, check it out, check it out, it)
From a and dime ass nigga
(Check it out)
To a top
(Check it out, check it out, check it out, it)
a nickel and dime ass nigga
(Check it out)
To a top
(Check it out, it out, check it out, check it)
From a and dime ass nigga
(Check it out)
To a top
(Check it out, it out, check it out, check it)