Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, off the blacktop
All foreign (?), fiends on the backlot
Back alley Bronson cookin' up a mad plot
The shit that us laid in Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, out the dash spot
I'll leave a bitch in a and let his ass rot
One seven for (?) an autobahn is where the cash
Then take the paper, then distribute to the
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a
'Lo machete, out the fan's style (?)
Whether fightin' or graffiti, got hand styles
I'll wipe the floor up with your like a ShamWow
Hands down, one
260 combined, here to the ruckus
The bassline plus the raise the crime rate
show 'em how to hold a 9 straight
Yo, get off the man's P.P
Be original, kid, get off the P.P
Get off the or my chick, get off the P.P
Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P
Yo, the drugs are up, the money fold up
I like my big-body like an old truck
With their sliced inches like the cold cuts
Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I up
Feet first, my voice is known to a honey's toes
a pound of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, take it, like a puddy, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a road
A dirty rotten scoundrel Steve Martin
Drugs so good, Fiend just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, blow trees through East
put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded
German shift, twist, to bliss
I it when the pussy tighter than a tourniquet
the chicken, started cookin' and converted it
Dutch leaf, of it, roll it up, murder it