Luyện nghe bài hát CHEESE CAKE, CHIPS, GREEN

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

(Chorus)
My be on it bro
I lie, we just want paper, want paper
To be total honest fool, we just
To off some capers, some capers
Get round me dude
If you here
To stack up dat paper, dat
I just Cheese Cake, Chips, Green
you know what 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 keep calling
So I will, I will, pushing for my pesos
Fu*k what you heard, them ni**as
Sounding absurd, we are that
Pushing dat
Ooohhhh, hot boy in hot times
running off that slick talk
Then it mess around and be yo
Keep dat sweeper it up in no time
Accept no or no hoe time
Get dat chin in check and on mines
You ain't go do sh*t, sit like bit*h
Who popping like
Ooohhh, and we on one
We popping bottles, got girls
Gone VIP it some time
We got thick em girls and it going
When spread em wide it's like sunshine
Got boys face-timing main chick
Like ain't never ever come round
Push, push, push, I don't see but bush
These they just want to play, so I
Stick em down, lick em down, flip em
Then I oops in they
Then back, on the block or the highway
Getting, getting to the money boss way
Its Fabalon uckfay,
You n***as never really liked my no way

(Chorus X2)

(Verse Two)
to me, talk to me
Make it fast
be calling for me, can't hold it up
I be telling these
You got to hit while the is good
That ain't no bull, ain't no feces
up, count my sh*t
This ain't no piece, before I get down the street
I want eat the pu**y up, tell these girls it ain't Fabalon enough
Yeah, none of you ni*8as off in my lane
I guess the guapo, the to blame
We sit different, we ain't cut the same
Ain't your fault your O.G. is to
He was bit*h so you the same
Talking bout years upon upon game
Ain't no way in hell you can 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
so that you know
Too fat to go toe to toe
30 cal Ocean of soul
Get this MF cracking whoa
him off the ledge no
You disrespected my
gang, gang, gang
Disrespect bang, bang, bang
In and out this MF like
Stick and move, jab, dip it fare
Getting to shoot, shine on them ni**as
Blue coupe all I ever had, dark skin chick on my neck
We flexing baby you know about that
Hot damn!

(Chorus x2)