Luyện nghe bài hát Earl That's Yo' Life

Earl, whassup
It's yo' Short Dawg
You we come a long way baby
the ground up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 wrists and shit, tycoon to the script, beotch

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

Straight up out the
The realest you done talked to all day
It's the dry season, outsmart the
Cookin' birdies in the kitchen, with

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

[Incomprehensible] next walkie talkies
I'm the one really-natin' them faulty chips
I got the of gab, I'm off the choo choo track
I want the fetti, fuck the fame, y'all can that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know what I
you say pimpin'?
Short
Short

Oh I ride my potnah
I ride with you too pimpin'
Bumpin' them woofers like
boom boom boom!!

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

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

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