Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is For Take

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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

Bleek come you, try to seduce you
Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the
A little bit of that, soup
From the hood, got more chips then

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

grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face
For butterfly-stitch ya face
If ya bitch outta line, put the in place
If the record 'Just' 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 hate to see a clique, but now

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, 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

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

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

Nigga it's nothin', my crew and half
That's 'cause we scramble, like we Vick's cousins
Boy and get ya right nigga
We gon' put you on the news, you want lime light
Channel 2 or Channel 4, you know 9 like 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 wit me tryna find 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

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

Mami got 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, let's roll we in

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

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, 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 me meet her at the spot
And I'm to call her back, its a go