Luyện nghe bài hát CHEESE CAKE, CHIPS, GREEN

(INTRO)
I think it a far and statement to say
That ain't no n888a out here gone out me man
Not, not out in these streets, man nah
I been doing too long and too strong (FRE$H488!)
You got to come get it if you it

(Chorus)
My be on it bro
I can't lie, we just want paper, paper
To be total honest fool, we just
To pull off some capers, some
Get from round me
If you here
To up dat paper, dat paper
I just want Cheese Cake, Chips,
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 it just keep calling
So I will, I will, keep pushing for my
Fu*k what you heard, ni**as nerds
absurd, we are that word
Pushing dat
Ooohhhh, hot boy in these hot
They off that slick talk
it mess around and be yo time
Keep dat sweeper clean it up in no
Accept no or no hoe time
Get dat chin in check and on mines
You ain't go do sh*t, sit there bit*h
Who popping like
Ooohhh, and we on one
We bottles, got plenty girls
VIP it some other time
We got em girls and it going down
When they spread em wide like sunshine
Got boys face-timing main chick
Like ain't never ever come round
Push, push, push, I don't see but bush
These girls they just to play, so I
Stick em down, lick em down, em round
Then I oops in face
back, back on the block or the highway
Getting, getting to the real boss way
Its Fabalon uckfay,
You n***as really 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 while the hitting is
That ain't no bull, ain't no feces
up, count my sh*t
This ain't no three piece, I get down the street
I just want eat the up, tell these girls it ain't Fabalon enough
Yeah, ain't none of you ni*8as off in my
I guess the guapo, the to blame
We sit different, we cut cloth the same
your fault 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 hell you can me an Fame
I can rock it for the
Out of for my bros
We tripping on no doe
it, bout it, tally hoe
Blocka, blocka, those
so that 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 my woes
Fabalon gang, gang,
Disrespect will bang, bang,
In and out MF like yeah
Stick and move, jab, dip it fare
Getting to shoot, shine on them ni**as
coupe all I ever had, kept dark skin chick on my neck
We flexing what you know about that
Hot damn!

(Chorus x2)