Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is For Take

a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I all the wheels and it's real
a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a
a go
Squad in the club wit me find a chick to fall in love wit me
a go
Mami hit me on the jack told me meet her at the
And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go

Bleek come scoop you, try to you
Black and Chinese, she gave me the fu-fu
A bit of that, wan-tan soup
From the hood, got more chips then

But matter fact, got more than nacho
Not from rap, I used to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by
Now you haters wanna crowd my

Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker fix ya face
For they ya face
If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in
If the record sound get the blaze, nigga

Put in back, on the block for
The Roc get hot, let 'em "It's the Roc, in ya area"
You warn ya folks
They hate to see a clique, but now

a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's
a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a
a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to in love wit me
a go
Mami hit me on the told me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go

Highest paid act, highest to rap
I advance myself, and pay back
Ha, man you gotta love
When pockets on "E" man you gotta hug that
Corner like you proposal and lock that
Kill a nigga for the man I'm not above that

Oh hold on Young, let me get it
You got in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat
Boy you now tuned the greatest
Can't beat us, join us, can't us, hate us

Nigga nothin', my crew and half dozens
That's 'cause we scramble, like we Vick's half
Boy and get ya right nigga
We put you on the news, you want lime light nigga
Channel 2 or Channel 4, you know what 9 like
men, we put on UPN

a go
And I just the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's real
a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, a reason
a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to fall in wit me
a go
Mami hit me on the jack told me meet her at the
And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go

One, in the club, two, models to go
Three, of Arma', four, jars of dro
Five shots to draw, my six hits off
Seven you make Heaven, or eight, a go

got that ice in ya drink
Long legs short skirt, what you mean, a go
My thugs out die of the club wit
Nine on ya waist, roll we gettin' in

I'm back for, I'm willin' to clap boy
You holdin' me back go
I into action, Brooklyn I'm back for
I'm bringin' it back 'cause

a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I all the wheels and it's real
a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a
a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to in love wit me
a go
Mami hit me on the jack me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go