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, 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 'bout to her back, its a go

come scoop you, try to seduce you
Half Black and Chinese, she me the fu-fu
A little bit of that, soup
From the hood, got more chips wan-tan

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

Hundred grand all in your face, better fix ya face
For they ya face
If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in
If the record sound 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 warn ya
hate 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 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 to call her back, its a go

Highest act, highest paid to rap
I myself, and pay myself back
Ha, man you gotta that
When pockets on "E" man you gotta hug that
Corner like you wanna proposal and that
Kill a nigga for the scrilla man I'm not 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, fade us, hate us

Nigga it's nothin', my crew and half
That's 'cause we scramble, like we half cousins
Boy and get ya mind nigga
We gon' put you on the news, you want lime 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 wheels and real
a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, a reason
a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna a chick to fall in love 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

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

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

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