Luyện nghe bài hát French Connection

[mr.
Pullin' up at tha club in a 67
Wit tha champagne color, drop top, on a sack
We were rollin like macs, peepin all foes
I got to valet, my baby, cause she sittin on some all
Now lucci call those, wit fitness
So we can our business, and let em know, jus how we kick it
It's time to let em know tha real are on tha scene
Unkindly to these hoes unless tha finally got cheese
Now bring on tha weed, let's float on 30-30
I a few lines, she grab my hand, I knew she heard me
I sat at tha bar afta rollin' up tha
Then they mixed that grand moyea wit that damn
French connection and some hay, we blowin fool
I keep drinkin like this, I gotta hop up in tha old school
Playin it so cool, and still
up wit this tight, bright stallion, I had spoken

Chorus

Baby, come and get
Mr. pookie, mr. lucci wit tha big
Playaz havin bug fun, now me do you want some
I'm at tha bar out on french connection
it, bout it, baby!!!!!

[mr.
Now once again, this stepped in, wit tha first class dressin
lessons on impression, toward tha vip section
Me and steady wreckin, headshots of french connections
Green depressions, got me in a zone of flexin
Crooked down dallas, texas, stackin g's I'm plexin
Stoneycrook niggaz, runnin everythang, don't even test
Hopped up and I'm up on tha dance floor, showin mo luv
Yella bone eyes up, when I'm propped up wit my soljaz
so much, green cover for tha primeco phone holder
See tha don man's and tha golds,
Crooked pest wit her shoulda
And I told her, meet me at tha bar 3
Go gather up of yo freaks, while I find pookie
Ja'causezi's and dubbie's, wit new ki's, wha gon be
Green trees and don p, droppin through dallas deep
Coolin out wit my g's, niggaz that you tame
strikin down crooked p's, hurricane wit a kango

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[mr.
at tha bar, gettin tipsy off tha drank
French connection got me feelin like a nigga faint
Now I'm rollin up tha wit my eyes on tha crowd
and lucci, blowin like we floatin on a cloud
Feelin' me see, I'm tha chiffer of all chiffers
Figure it out, now take it slow and a breather
Ya trippin' me out, now throw that booty like lethal
Show tha butt, it up, bounce it for tha people
Yes, I see you in tha back of tha club, takin
I'm finna blow hoe, look round, wit tha dodo
I want some mo 'fo, I get wrapped up in my own world
Stallion wit long pearls, now it's on gurl
You wit yo friends and I'm wit a 2
Jus onto tha number, we'll see you in a day or 2
Pissy, tipsy wit my crew jiggin for fun
Now tell tha people to and get some

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