Luyện nghe bài hát CHEESE CAKE, CHIPS, GREEN

(INTRO)
I think it a far and statement to say
That ain't no n888a out here out hustle me man
Not, not out here in streets, man nah
I been this too long and too strong (FRE$H488!)
You got to get it if you want it

(Chorus)
My be on it bro
I can't lie, we just paper, want paper
To be total fool, we just here
To pull off capers, some capers
Get round me dude
If you here
To stack up dat paper, dat
I just want Cake, Chips, Green
Player you know I mean
X2

(Verse One)
I'm balling, I'm
Can't you see I'm
So I won't stop, I stop
This game it just calling
So I will, I will, keep pushing for my
Fu*k what you heard, them ni**as
Sounding absurd, we are word
Pushing dat
Ooohhhh, hot boy in hot times
They running off that talk
it mess around and be yo time
Keep dat sweeper clean it up in no
Accept no or no hoe time
Get dat in check and that's on mines
You ain't go do sh*t, sit there like
Who popping this
Ooohhh, and we on one
We bottles, got plenty girls
Gone VIP it other time
We got thick em and it going down
When they spread em it's like sunshine
Got boys they main chick
Like baby ain't never ever come
Push, push, push, I don't see but bush
girls they just want to play, so I
Stick em down, em down, flip em round
Then I in they face
back, back on the block or the highway
Getting, to the money real boss way
Its uckfay, ouyay
You n***as never really liked my no way

(Chorus X2)

(Verse Two)
Talk to me, to me
Make it though
Paper be for me, can't hold it up
I be telling people
You got to hit while the is good
That ain't no bull, that ain't no
up, count my sh*t
This ain't no piece, before I get down the street
I just want eat the pu**y up, tell girls it ain't Fabalon enough
Yeah, ain't none of you ni*8as off in my
I the guapo, the guapo's to blame
We sit different, we ain't cut cloth the
Ain't your fault your O.G. is to
He was so you spit the same
Talking bout years upon years game
Ain't no way in you can beat me an Fame
I can it for the hoes
Out of pocket for my
We tripping on no doe
it, bout it, tally hoe
Blocka, blocka, those
Just so that you
Too fat to go toe to toe
30 cal Ocean of soul
Get MF cracking like whoa
Talk him off the no
You my woes
gang, gang, gang
Disrespect will bang, bang,
In and out this MF yeah
and move, jab, dip it ain't fare
Getting to shoot, shine on them ni**as
Blue all I ever had, kept dark skin chick on my neck
We flexing baby what you know that
Hot damn!

(Chorus x2)