Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop
All foreign recital (?), on the backlot
alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot
The shit that have us 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 drop
Then take the paper, then distribute to the
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a
'Lo machete, hoppin' out the fan's (?)
Whether fightin' or graffiti, got hand styles
I'll wipe the floor up with your face like a
down, one motherfucker
260 combined, to bring the ruckus
The bassline plus the words raise the rate
Bronsolini show 'em how to a 9 straight
Yo, get off the next 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 like my bitches big-body an old truck
With their waists sliced inches like the cuts
at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up
Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's
Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em a bloody nose
the hash, take it, form like a puddy, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your by a muddy road
A rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin
Drugs so good, Fiend just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, blow trees East Harlem
Just put me in a in the basement, I'm retarded
German shift, twist, burn to
I love it when the pussy than a tourniquet
Copped the chicken, cookin' and converted it
Dutch leaf, third of it, it up, murder it