Luyện nghe bài hát CHEESE CAKE, CHIPS, GREEN

(INTRO)
I it a far and true statement to say
ain't no n888a out here gone out hustle me man
Not, not out in these streets, man nah
I been doing this too long and too (FRE$H488!)
You got to come get it if you 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 some capers, some
Get from me dude
If you ain't
To stack up dat paper, dat
I just want Cheese Cake, Chips,
Player you know I mean
X2

(Verse One)
I'm balling, I'm
Can't you see I'm
So I stop, I can't stop
game it just keep calling
So I will, I will, keep for my pesos
Fu*k what you heard, ni**as nerds
Sounding absurd, we are word
dat turf
Ooohhhh, hot boy in hot times
They running off that slick
Then it mess around and be yo
Keep dat clean it up in no time
Accept no or no hoe time
Get dat chin in check and that's on
You ain't go do sh*t, sit there bit*h
Who like this
Ooohhh, and we on one
We popping bottles, got girls
Gone VIP it some time
We got em girls and it going down
When they spread em it's like sunshine
Got boys they main chick
Like baby ain't never ever 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
I oops in they face
Then back, back on the block or the
Getting, getting to the money boss way
Its Fabalon uckfay,
You n***as never really my sh*t no way

(Chorus X2)

(Verse Two)
Talk to me, to me
Make it though
Paper be calling for me, hold it up
I be telling people
You got to hit while the is good
That ain't no bull, that no feces
Hold up, my sh*t
This no three piece, before I get down the street
I want eat the pu**y up, tell these girls it ain't Fabalon enough
Yeah, ain't of you ni*8as off in my lane
I guess the guapo, the guapo's to
We sit different, we ain't cut cloth the
Ain't your fault O.G. is to blame
He was bit*h so you the same
Talking bout years upon years game
Ain't no way in you can beat me an Fame
I can rock it for the
Out of for my bros
We tripping on no doe
Bout it, it, tally hoe
Blocka, blocka, those
Just so you know
Too fat to go toe to toe
30 cal drum Ocean of
Get this MF like whoa
him off the ledge no
You disrespected my
Fabalon gang, gang,
Disrespect will bang, bang,
In and out this MF like
Stick and move, jab, dip it fare
Getting to tripping shoot, on them ni**as
Blue coupe all I had, kept dark skin chick on my neck
We flexing baby what you know that
Hot damn!

(Chorus x2)