Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is For Take

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

Bleek scoop you, try to seduce you
Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the
A bit of that, wan-tan soup
From the hood, got chips 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 my space

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

Put in back, on the for motherfuckers
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 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 jack told me her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go

Highest paid act, highest 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 wanna proposal and that
Kill a nigga for the 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, can't us, hate us

Nigga nothin', my crew and half dozens
'cause we scramble, like we Vick's half cousins
Boy and get ya right nigga
We gon' put you on the news, you want lime light
2 or Channel 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, 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 jack me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go

One, in the club, two, models 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

Mami got that ice in ya
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

I'm back for, I'm willin' to clap boy
You me back 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, 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 told me her at the spot
And I'm to call her back, its a go