Luyện nghe bài hát CHEESE CAKE, CHIPS, GREEN

(INTRO)
I it a far and true statement to say
That no n888a out here gone out hustle me man
Not, not out here in streets, man nah
I been this 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 paper, want paper
To be total fool, we just here
To pull off capers, some capers
Get round me dude
If you ain't
To stack up dat paper, dat
I just Cheese Cake, Chips, Green
Player you know what I
X2

(Verse One)
I'm balling, I'm
you see I'm balling
So I stop, I can't stop
This game it keep calling
So I will, I will, keep pushing for my
Fu*k what you heard, them ni**as
absurd, we are that word
Pushing dat
Ooohhhh, hot boy in these hot
They running off that talk
Then it mess around and be yo
Keep dat sweeper clean it up in no
Accept no or no hoe time
Get dat chin in and that's on mines
You ain't go do sh*t, sit like bit*h
Who like this
Ooohhh, and we on one
We popping bottles, got plenty
Gone VIP it other time
We got em girls and it going down
When spread em wide it's like sunshine
Got boys face-timing main chick
Like baby ain't never ever come
Push, push, push, I don't see but bush
These girls they just to play, so I
Stick em down, lick em down, flip em
Then I in they face
Then back, back on the block or the
Getting, getting to the money boss way
Its Fabalon uckfay,
You never really liked my sh*t no way

(Chorus X2)

(Verse Two)
Talk to me, to me
Make it 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 no feces
Hold up, count my
This ain't no three piece, I get down the street
I just want eat the pu**y up, tell these girls it ain't Fabalon
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
your fault 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 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, those
Just so that you
Too fat to go toe to toe
30 cal Ocean of soul
Get this MF cracking like
him off the ledge no
You my woes
Fabalon gang, gang,
Disrespect will bang, bang,
In and out this MF like
Stick and move, jab, dip it ain't
Getting to tripping shoot, shine on 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)