Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, off the blacktop
All foreign recital (?), on the backlot
Back alley always cookin' up a mad plot
The shit that have us in Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, stickin' out the spot
leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot
One seven for (?) an autobahn is the cash drop
Then the paper, then distribute to the have-nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a
'Lo machete, hoppin' out the fan's (?)
Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them hand
I'll wipe the floor up with your face a ShamWow
down, one motherfucker
260 combined, here to bring the
The bassline the words 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 fold up
I like my bitches big-body an old truck
With their waists sliced like the cold cuts
at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up
Feet first, my voice is known to curl a toes
a pound of that, I'll 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 like Steve
so good, Fiend 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 than a tourniquet
Copped the chicken, cookin' and converted it
leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it