Luyện nghe bài hát CHEESE CAKE, CHIPS, GREEN

(INTRO)
I think it a far and statement to say
That no n888a out here gone out hustle me man
Not, not out here in streets, man nah
I been doing this too long and too (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 pull off some capers, some
Get from me dude
If you here
To up dat paper, dat paper
I just want Cheese Cake, Chips,
Player you know what I
X2

(Verse One)
I'm balling, I'm
Can't you see I'm
So I won't stop, I stop
game it just keep calling
So I will, I will, keep pushing for my
Fu*k you heard, them ni**as nerds
Sounding absurd, we are that
Pushing dat
Ooohhhh, hot boy in hot times
They off that slick talk
Then it mess around and be yo
Keep dat clean it up in no time
no disrespect or no hoe time
Get dat chin in and that's on mines
You ain't go do sh*t, sit there bit*h
Who popping like
Ooohhh, and we on one
We popping bottles, got plenty
VIP it some other time
We got thick em girls and it going
they spread em wide it's like sunshine
Got boys face-timing main chick
Like baby ain't never ever round
Push, push, push, I see nothing but bush
These girls they want to play, so I
Stick em down, lick em down, flip em
Then I in they face
back, back on the block or the highway
Getting, getting to the money real way
Its uckfay, ouyay
You n***as never really liked my no way

(Chorus X2)

(Verse Two)
Talk to me, to me
it fast though
Paper be calling for me, hold it up
I be telling these
You got to hit while the hitting is
That ain't no bull, that 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 girls it ain't Fabalon enough
Yeah, ain't none of you off in my lane
I guess the guapo, the guapo's to
We sit different, we cut cloth the same
Ain't your your 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 pocket for my
We tripping on no doe
Bout it, bout it, hoe
Blocka, blocka, opposed
Just so you know
Too fat to go toe to toe
30 cal Ocean of soul
Get this MF cracking like
him off the ledge no
You disrespected my
Fabalon gang, gang,
Disrespect will bang, bang,
In and out this MF yeah
and move, jab, dip it ain't fare
Getting to tripping shoot, shine on them
Blue coupe all I ever had, kept skin chick on my neck
We flexing baby what you know that
Hot damn!

(Chorus x2)