Luyện nghe bài hát Earl That's Yo' Life

Earl, whassup
yo' potnah Short Dawg
You know we come a way baby
the ground up

Oh they love the way us ball
No doubt, how we do this
It's all you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know

I come where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by Dollar
'Cause probably never ever see the pearly gates
At the rate I'm goin' now, be too late

Take taste it, get on and smell it
You know what Charlie is, well sucker repellent
I spray myself with it every morning, you
I spray myself right I leave the crib

Hot ones through the ghetto, bullets ricochet
I'm bendin' in my Cadillac escalate
It's summertime and I'm scorchin', fuck a
I'm hella and I'm perkin' off that num-num juice

I'm in the with my music on storm
Got a ticket just for blowin' my,
The real, pinkie ring, cut
Carats on, around my

like some clones, be at yo' best
We don't checkers no more, we play chess
One trey tri trey double
H I double L

All about my fetti-oh, one-time to see me fold
ob-vious I'm humongous, acres cars and businesses
All my fetti-oh, bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my and shit, tycoon stickin' to the script, beotch

Earl, that's yo'
Oh Earl, that's yo'
Earl, yo' life
Oh Earl, yo' life

Straight up out the
The realest nigga you done to all day
It's the dry season, outsmart the
birdies in the kitchen, with C-bo

From nappy, everybody know me
Used to sell taffy, girl nasal candy
Hoes'll dress tacky, just so I can they dome
Bank 'em make them I'm broke
Use the dope game as a stone

next steal walkie talkies
I'm the one that really-natin' them faulty
I got the gift of gab, I'm off the choo choo
I want the fetti, the fame, y'all can have that

All about my fetti-oh, want to see me fold
It's I'm humongous, acres cars and businesses
All about my fetti-oh, bank got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit, you can't e-feezy beotch

Earl, that's yo'
Oh Earl, that's yo'
Earl, yo' life
Oh Earl, yo' life

The street life, outta control
My dollar spot, way too cold
So many record haters, my back the wall
When I was growin' up I seen a lot of rappers

Bring the yellow tape, it's on, on
You wanna squash the Shoot me a peace kite
the party at? Who got that Carlos Rossi?
Who in my drinkin' club? I'm 'bout to mob somebody

I'm fee-ed-exin',
From and [Incomprehensible]
I looked the game in the eye, the looked at me back
Told me to sell my triple beam, and rap

All about my fetti-oh, one-time want to see me
It's ob-vious I'm humongous, acres cars and
All about my fetti-oh, bank got to be tall
Diamonds on my and shit, tycoon stickin' to the script, beotch

Earl, that's yo'
Oh Earl, yo' life
Earl, that's yo'
Oh Earl, that's yo'

You know I said
you say pimpin'?
Short
Short

Oh I ride my potnah
Nigga I ride with you too
them woofers like this
Boom boom boom!!

Can't smell this funk, we been doin'
doin' it
You I love these new niggaz man
I love they get on that paper chase
Right, right,

So far, can't do this
Can't do
Not like
Uh-huh, nah

We talkin' and mansions
Limousines,
Got to keep hoes dancin'
Got to keep 'em dancin', dancin'
Bitches us
They us, what they do?
They us
That's right