Luyện nghe bài hát CHEESE CAKE, CHIPS, GREEN

(INTRO)
I think it a far and true to say
That no n888a out here gone out hustle me man
Not, not out in these 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 can't lie, we just want paper, paper
To be honest fool, we just here
To off some capers, some capers
Get from me dude
If you ain't
To up dat paper, dat paper
I just want Cake, Chips, Green
Player you what I mean
X2

(Verse One)
I'm balling, I'm
Can't you see I'm
So I won't stop, I can't
This game it just keep
So I will, I will, keep for my pesos
Fu*k what you heard, ni**as nerds
absurd, we are that word
Pushing dat
Ooohhhh, hot boy in hot times
running off that slick talk
Then it mess and be yo time
Keep dat clean it up in no time
no disrespect or no hoe time
Get dat chin in check and that's on
You go do sh*t, sit there like bit*h
Who popping like
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 wide it's like
Got face-timing they main chick
Like baby ain't never come round
Push, push, push, I see nothing but bush
These girls they just to play, so I
Stick em down, em down, flip em round
I oops in they face
Then back, back on the or the highway
Getting, to the money real boss way
Its uckfay, ouyay
You n***as really liked my sh*t no way

(Chorus X2)

(Verse Two)
to me, talk to me
Make it though
Paper be calling for me, can't it up
I be telling people
You got to hit the hitting is good
ain't no bull, that ain't no feces
Hold up, my sh*t
ain't no three piece, before I get down the street
I just want eat the pu**y up, tell these girls it ain't enough
Yeah, ain't none of you off in my lane
I guess the guapo, the guapo's to
We sit different, we ain't cut the same
Ain't your fault your O.G. is to
He was bit*h so you spit the
Talking years upon years upon game
no way in hell you can beat me an Fame
I can it for the hoes
Out of for my bros
We tripping on no doe
Bout it, it, tally hoe
Blocka, blocka, those
so that you know
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 MF like yeah
Stick and move, jab, dip it ain't
Getting to tripping shoot, shine on ni**as
Blue coupe all I ever had, kept dark skin chick on my
We flexing what you know about that
Hot damn!

(Chorus x2)