Luyện nghe bài hát Earl That's Yo' Life

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

Oh they the way us players ball
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 Creflo
'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, it's sucker repellent
I spray myself it every morning, you dig?
I spray myself right before I the crib

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

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

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

All about my fetti-oh, want to see me fold
It's ob-vious I'm humongous, acres cars and
All about my fetti-oh, account got to be tall
on my wrists and shit, tycoon stickin' 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 nigga you talked to all day
It's the dry season, the po'-po's
Cookin' birdies in the kitchen, C-bo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You what I said
What'd you say
Short
Deezy

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

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

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

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