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 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 lie, we just want paper, want paper
To be total honest fool, we 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 know I mean
X2

(Verse One)
I'm balling, I'm
you see I'm balling
So I stop, I can't stop
This it just keep calling
So I will, I will, keep pushing for my
Fu*k what you heard, them nerds
Sounding absurd, we are word
Pushing dat
Ooohhhh, hot boy in these hot
running off that slick talk
Then it mess and be yo time
Keep dat clean it up in no time
Accept no disrespect or no hoe
Get dat chin in check and that's on
You ain't go do sh*t, sit there like
Who like this
Ooohhh, and we on one
We popping bottles, got plenty
VIP it some other time
We got em girls and it going down
When they em wide it's like sunshine
Got boys face-timing main chick
Like baby never ever come round
Push, push, push, I don't see nothing but
girls they just want to play, so I
Stick em down, lick em down, flip em
I oops in they face
Then back, back on the or the highway
Getting, getting to the money boss way
Its Fabalon uckfay,
You n***as never liked my sh*t no way

(Chorus X2)

(Verse Two)
Talk to me, to me
Make it fast
be calling for me, can't hold it up
I be these people
You got to hit while the is good
That ain't no bull, that no feces
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 these girls it ain't enough
Yeah, ain't 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
your fault your O.G. is to blame
He was so you spit the same
Talking bout years upon upon game
no way in hell you can beat me an Fame
I can rock it for the
Out of for my bros
We ain't on no doe
it, bout it, tally hoe
Blocka, blocka, those
Just so you know
Too fat to go toe to toe
30 cal drum of soul
Get MF cracking like whoa
Talk him off the no
You disrespected my
gang, gang, gang
Disrespect bang, bang, bang
In and out this MF like
and move, jab, dip it ain't fare
Getting to shoot, shine on them ni**as
Blue coupe all I ever had, kept dark chick on my neck
We flexing baby what you know that
Hot damn!

(Chorus x2)