Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is For Take

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 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, wan-tan
From the hood, got more then wan-tan

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

Hundred all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face
For they ya face
If ya bitch line, put the bitch in place
If the record sound 'Just' get the blaze,

Put in back, on the block for
The Roc get hot, let 'em "It's the Roc, in ya area"
You better ya folks
hate to see a real clique, but now

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

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

Nigga nothin', my crew and half dozens
That's we scramble, like we Vick's half cousins
Boy and get ya mind right
We gon' put you on the news, you want lime light
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 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 'bout to her back, its a go

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

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

Nigga I'm back for, I'm to clap boy
You me back for' go
I spring action, Brooklyn I'm back for
I'm it back boys 'cause

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