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

come scoop 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 cheese than nacho
Not from rap, when I to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by
Now you haters wanna crowd my

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

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 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

paid act, highest paid to rap
I myself, and pay myself back
Ha, man you gotta love
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 beef in streets, Lord, let me get a gat
Boy you now into the greatest
Can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, us

it's nothin', my crew and half dozens
That's 'cause we scramble, we Vick's half cousins
Boy and get ya mind 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 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 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 to call her back, its a go

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

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

Nigga I'm for, I'm willin' to clap boy
You holdin' me for' go
I spring 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, 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 told me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go