Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is For Take

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, 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 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 chips then wan-tan

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

Hundred grand all in your face, better fix ya face
For they ya face
If ya bitch line, put the bitch 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 better warn ya
They to see a real 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, 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

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

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 us, join us, can't fade us, hate us

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

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 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

One, thug in the club, two, to go
Three, bottles of Arma', four, of dro
Five shots to draw, my six hits 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, roll we gettin' in

Nigga I'm 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 boys

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 wit me tryna 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