Luyện nghe bài hát CHEESE CAKE, CHIPS, GREEN

(INTRO)
I think it a far and true to say
That ain't no n888a out here out hustle me man
Not, not out here in streets, man nah
I been doing too long 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 fool, we just here
To pull off some capers, some
Get round me dude
If you ain't
To up dat paper, dat paper
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
This game it just calling
So I will, I will, keep pushing for my
Fu*k what you heard, them nerds
Sounding absurd, we are that
dat turf
Ooohhhh, hot boy in these hot
They off that slick talk
Then it around and be yo time
Keep dat sweeper clean it up in no
no disrespect 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 popping bottles, got girls
VIP it some other time
We got thick em girls and it down
When they spread em it's like sunshine
Got boys they main chick
baby ain't never ever come round
Push, push, push, I don't see but bush
These girls they want to play, so I
Stick em down, lick em down, em round
Then I in they face
Then back, back on the block or the
Getting, getting to the real boss way
Its Fabalon uckfay,
You n***as never liked my sh*t no way

(Chorus X2)

(Verse Two)
Talk to me, to me
Make it fast
Paper be calling for me, hold it up
I be these people
You got to hit the hitting is good
ain't no bull, that ain't no feces
Hold up, count my
ain't no three piece, before I get down the street
I just want eat the pu**y up, tell these girls it Fabalon enough
Yeah, ain't none of you ni*8as off in my
I guess the guapo, the to blame
We sit different, we ain't cut cloth the
Ain't your your O.G. is to blame
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 for my bros
We tripping on no doe
Bout it, bout it, hoe
Blocka, blocka, those
Just so you know
Too fat to go toe to toe
30 cal drum of soul
Get this MF cracking whoa
Talk him off the no
You disrespected my
Fabalon gang, gang,
Disrespect bang, bang, bang
In and out this MF like
Stick and move, jab, dip it ain't
Getting to shoot, shine on them ni**as
Blue all I ever had, kept dark skin chick on my neck
We flexing what you know about that
Hot damn!

(Chorus x2)