Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, off the blacktop
All foreign (?), fiends on the backlot
Back Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot
The shit have us laid in Benzes with a glass top
pot, stickin' out the dash spot
I'll leave a in a vacant and let his ass rot
One seven for (?) an autobahn is where the drop
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 hand
wipe the floor up with your face like a ShamWow
Hands down, one
260 combined, to bring 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 are rolled up, the money fold up
I like my bitches big-body like an old
their waists sliced inches like the cold cuts
Been at the bottom of the sea, but I rose up
Feet first, my voice is to curl a honey's toes
Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody
Smoke the hash, take it, form like a puddy,
Hop in the Caddy, leave your by a muddy road
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Martin
Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, trees through East Harlem
Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm
shift, twist, burn to bliss
I love it when the pussy tighter than a
Copped the chicken, cookin' and converted it
leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it