Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is For Take

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And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the 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 her at the spot
And I'm to call her back, its a go

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

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

Hundred grand all in face, motherfucker better 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 for motherfuckers
The Roc get hot, let 'em "It's the Roc, in ya area"
You warn ya folks
They to see a real clique, but now

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, a reason
a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna a chick to fall 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, paid to rap
I advance myself, and pay back
Ha, man you gotta that
When them pockets on "E" man you hug that
Corner like you proposal and lock that
Kill a nigga for the man I'm not above that

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

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

a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and real
a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, a reason
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 me meet her at the spot
And I'm to call her back, its a go

One, thug in the club, two, to go
Three, bottles of Arma', four, of dro
Five to draw, my six hits took off
you make Heaven, or eight, everything's a go

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

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

a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the and it's real
a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, a reason
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 her at the spot
And I'm to call her back, its a go