Luyện nghe bài hát Espacio

[Lil'
niggas
Uhh Rob shit
Y'all don't
Uhh Uhh
niggas
Lil Kim and Rob

P Diddy , the moment you all waitin for
Murder yeah , ha ha

[Black
What y'all riffin about, hang em they did in the South
Dead wit ya dick in ya
Now what this is about, niggas sleepin
Like I won't slip in ya house, and put my in your spouse
you get home , I'm amped like a part of ya couch
Then sit on me, what I'ma spit filthy
swiftly, til them coppers come and get me
Tried to tell his coward ass it's
Actin like I get through that Slomen Shield
I'm a veteran, I'll take in front of him
cracker, moved from New York to Jers
Still sending with birds?
heard, feds wanna tap my word
Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, off of all you nerds
You swerve, I splurge all yall riches
Comin to joke and all yall bitches
respect where respect is due
Keep frontin, and put the tech to you

[CHORUS: Lil Kim and Rob]
Dame
Man up off me
Dame
Can I get a minute to
espacio
That means me space
espacio
Damn up off me

[Black
I'm just talking like I never did these things
Snatch chains and rings, teddy from siblings
I did things some of yall cowards might not
run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm
Press the bitch I'm not havin
Or it'll your ?super? leave in a bag and
wagon, bait boy I'm not braggin
It's a promise, I'll em to school like Nastradamus
It's my thing do I do best
Want the treasure chest, and dough in your girl breasts
How you try to stash yours in your drawls
What's is mines, what's yours aint yours
Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint
poppi and them, hit it up with the paintballs
Coward niggas, got the gall, I won't lamp in the hall
Like New Year's and the ball, bitches!

[Lil'
I come from, we all got guns
Be a hundred of yall and we won't run
Call the cops, they still come
We bang on niggas we playin the drums
These cats think they know me
Well I hit em over the and say "Homey don't play that"
Listen to rhymes and say didn't I say that?
Damn, I'm the shit, it's like nigga they be bitin my dick
Get on some old school shit, run your kicks
Go on y'all can my flow
I extort y'all for all yall dough
And by now I think all know
the winner, still champ by T.K.O. WHAT