Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the
All recital (?), 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 seven for (?) an autobahn is where the cash
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 wipe the floor up with your like a ShamWow
down, one motherfucker
260 combined, to bring the ruckus
The bassline plus the raise the crime rate
Bronsolini show 'em how to 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 rolled up, the money up
I like my bitches like an old truck
With their waists sliced inches like the cold
Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I up
first, my voice is known to curl a honey's toes
Serve a pound of that, I'll 'em with a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, take it, form like a puddy,
Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy
A dirty rotten scoundrel Steve Martin
Drugs so good, Weekly just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, blow through East Harlem
Just put me in a in the basement, I'm retarded
shift, twist, burn to bliss
I love it when the pussy tighter than a
Copped the chicken, started cookin' and it
Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, it