Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the
All foreign recital (?), fiends on the
Back alley always cookin' up a mad plot
The shit that have us laid in Benzes 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 drop
take the paper, then distribute to the have-nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a
'Lo machete, out the fan's style (?)
Whether or graffiti, got them hand styles
I'll wipe the floor up with face like a ShamWow
down, one motherfucker
260 combined, to bring the ruckus
The bassline the words raise the crime rate
show 'em how to hold 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 money up
I like my big-body like an old truck
With their waists sliced inches like the cold
Been at the bottom of the sea, but I rose up
Feet first, my is known to curl a honey's toes
Serve a pound of that, I'll 'em with a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, it, form like a puddy, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a road
A rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin
Drugs so good, Fiend just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, blow trees through Harlem
Just put me in a in the basement, I'm retarded
German shift, twist, burn to
I love it the pussy tighter than a tourniquet
the chicken, started cookin' and converted it
Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, it