Luyện nghe bài hát Dinnertime

[Lil
I think we got a
Yeahh...

[Verse 1: Lil
Big money in this if you didn't knew.
Big minus the business suit.
Even I look in the like is it you,
And I say I be the hottest if it isnt you.
fresh from my top to my tennis shoes.
New coop, no top, big shoes.
slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool.
We get rid of Q,
We get rid of fools.
They said I couldn't play I was too small.
Yhey say I basketball I wasn't tall.
They say I could'ntplay at all.
And now of my life I ball.
And say it ain't raining until someone assassinate,
And I feel MLK
Yeah... I have a to be your worst nightmare,
And now meet the of the cartel.

[Verse 2: Ross]
I'm a satan, sitting on Lorenzzes.
And I seem really patient, the equation.
People taking pictures and they really fragrant.
Flags my spaceship, sergeant searching for a fragrance.
Yayo, Yayo, he wanna the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa
In the casa to lay-low.
Make more (money man) that the for the mob,
Need a my model, get a model for the job.
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around spending doe, for my?
Let you tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas feeling I hid.
3.2 but I did it for the kids.
More guns a pawn shop,
Got my arm rocked.
the 760 double parked in the wrong spot.

huustling...

[Chorus: Lil
Yeah... You pay for this,
I when I used to pray for this.
This, is classic,
So shit you might never see again.
And we taxin, you don't want it nigga it then,
And we taxin, you don't want it nigga it then.
And we trying to see the pen,
Like a in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen.
This is a tax.

[Verse 3: Young
(I don't ask them I just tax em baby)
(Let's go)
imagine this,
No that.
Gave me my sack like, getting back.
(Yeah...)
I'm like how the fuck I'm gonna get there.
And if I'm not careful,
Leave em the place they find him there.
And I'm a winner if I make it the finish line,
Putting food on the table it's dinner time.
And this is what you call stereotyping
Can you tell me my your dog sniffing my car?
Got the audacity to call me a liar.
So what you got in your
Oh, just a tire.
You niggas blow,
While I mine.
Like a bad crape, locking up in no time.
More time in the kitchen I spent in the studio,
Case paradise and I talking about Coolio.
Can't lie, still addicted to the
Got a ice Pepsi,
But thinking Coke-Cola.

Hahaha...

[Chorus: Lil

4: Trick Daddy]
I'm up in the morning, and I'm dressed in black.
Hold on, morning I get dressed in black.
your half ass looking at my pants sagging,
I'm getting money, and my swagging and flagging.
Million dollar status, automatic.
Heavy on and even harder on the women.
If it for reverend,
I would pimpin and shit.
Pops, my papai, has hear me.
Tied trapping, shit me to prison,
Got mad and went to savage so homicide to visit.
I gun powder,
So you got one to come up with every damn dollar,
Or dun-dolla.
It cost a dogg,
when the players on your team,
Consider you as the hog.
You me like Shaq,
And you Kobe but I say you owe me nigga.
But act you know me nigga.