Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop
All foreign (?), fiends on the backlot
Back alley Bronson always up a mad plot
The shit have us laid in Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, stickin' out the dash
I'll a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot
One for (?) an autobahn is where the cash drop
Then take the paper, distribute to the have-nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a
'Lo machete, hoppin' out the fan's (?)
fightin' or graffiti, got them hand styles
I'll the floor up with your face like a ShamWow
down, one motherfucker
260 combined, here to the ruckus
The bassline plus the raise the crime rate
Bronsolini '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 waists sliced inches like the cuts
Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I up
Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's
Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, it, form like a puddy, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your by a muddy road
A dirty scoundrel like Steve Martin
so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, trees through East Harlem
put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded
German shift, twist, to bliss
I love it the pussy tighter than a tourniquet
Copped the chicken, started cookin' and it
leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it