Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the
All foreign recital (?), on the backlot
Back Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot
The shit that have us laid in Benzes a glass top
Hash pot, out the dash spot
I'll leave a in a vacant and let his ass rot
One seven for (?) an autobahn is where the cash
Then take the paper, then to the have-nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a
'Lo machete, out the fan's style (?)
Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them styles
I'll wipe the 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 show 'em how to hold a 9
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 fold up
I my bitches big-body like an old truck
With waists sliced inches like the cold cuts
at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up
Feet first, my is known to curl a honey's toes
Serve a pound of that, leave 'em with a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, take it, form like a puddy,
Hop in the Caddy, your body by a muddy 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, burn to
I love it when the tighter than a tourniquet
Copped the chicken, started cookin' and it
Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, it