Luyện nghe bài hát Everything's A Go

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

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

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

Hundred grand all in face, motherfucker better fix ya face
For they butterfly-stitch ya
If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in
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 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 me meet her at the spot
And I'm to call her back, its a go

Highest paid act, paid to rap
I myself, and pay myself back
Ha, man you gotta love
When them 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 us, join us, can't fade us, hate us

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

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

Mami got that ice in ya
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 back for, I'm to clap boy
You me back for' go
I spring into action, Brooklyn I'm 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, 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 told me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go