Luyện nghe bài hát Earl That's Yo' Life

Earl, Mayne?
It's yo' potnah Dawg
You know we a long way baby
the ground up

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

I come from where they pop collars
And couldn't be saved by Creflo
'Cause I'll probably never 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 it's repellent
I spray with it every morning, you dig?
I myself right before I leave the crib

Hot ones echo through the ghetto, ricochet
I'm bendin' corners in my Cadillac
It's and I'm scorchin', fuck a bulletproof
I'm hella keyed and I'm off that num-num juice

I'm in the traffic with my music on
Got a ticket just for my, horn
The real, ring, princess cut
Carats on, my neck

Lookin' like clones, be at yo' best
We play checkers no more, we play chess
One trey tri trey double
H I double L

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

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

up out the game
The nigga you done talked to all day
the dry season, outsmart the po'-po's
Cookin' birdies in the kitchen, with

From livin' nappy, know me
Used to sell taffy, white girl nasal
Hoes'll dress tacky, just so I can bank dome
'em make them think I'm broke
Use the dope as a steppin' 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 track
I want the fetti, fuck the fame, y'all can have

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

Earl, yo' life
Oh Earl, that's yo'
Earl, that's yo'
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 funk? Shoot me a kite
Where the party at? Who got Carlos Rossi?
Who in my drinkin' club? Girl I'm to mob somebody

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

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

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

You what I said
What'd you say
Dawg
Short

Oh I ride with my
I ride with you too pimpin'
Bumpin' them woofers this
Boom boom boom!!

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

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

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