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 in these 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 want paper, paper
To be total fool, we just here
To pull off some capers, capers
Get round me dude
If you ain't
To up dat paper, dat paper
I want Cheese Cake, Chips, Green
Player you know what I
X2

(Verse One)
I'm balling, I'm
you see I'm balling
So I won't stop, I stop
This it just keep calling
So I will, I will, keep pushing for my
Fu*k what you heard, them ni**as
Sounding absurd, we are that
dat turf
Ooohhhh, hot boy in hot times
They off that slick talk
Then it mess and be yo time
Keep dat sweeper clean it up in no
no disrespect or no hoe time
Get dat chin in 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 some other
We got thick em and it going down
When they em wide it's like sunshine
Got boys face-timing they main
Like baby ain't never ever come
Push, push, push, I see nothing but bush
girls they just want 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)
Talk to me, to me
it fast 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
Hold up, 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, none of you ni*8as off in my lane
I guess the guapo, the guapo's to
We sit different, we ain't cut the same
Ain't fault your O.G. is to blame
He was bit*h so you spit the
bout years upon years upon game
Ain't no way in you can beat me an Fame
I can rock it for the
Out of pocket for my
We ain't on no doe
Bout it, bout it, hoe
Blocka, blocka, those
Just so you know
Too fat to go toe to toe
30 cal Ocean of soul
Get this MF cracking whoa
Talk him off the no
You disrespected my
Fabalon gang, gang,
will bang, bang, bang
In and out this MF like
Stick and move, jab, dip it ain't
Getting to tripping shoot, on them ni**as
Blue all I ever had, kept dark skin chick on my neck
We baby what you know about that
Hot damn!

(Chorus x2)