Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is For Take

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, 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 to call her back, its a go

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

But matter fact, got 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

grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face
For they butterfly-stitch ya
If ya bitch outta line, put the in place
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 real
a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, a reason
a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a 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

Highest paid act, highest to rap
I advance myself, and pay myself
Ha, man you love that
them pockets on "E" man you gotta hug that
Corner like you proposal and lock that
Kill a for the scrilla 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 into the
Can't beat us, join us, fade us, hate us

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

a go
And I washed the wheel, and I Armor 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 fall in 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

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

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

Nigga I'm back for, I'm 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 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 tryna find a chick to fall in wit me
a go
Mami hit me on the jack told me her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go