Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop
All foreign (?), fiends on the backlot
Back alley Bronson cookin' up a mad plot
The that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, stickin' out the spot
I'll a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot
One seven for (?) an is where the cash drop
Then take the paper, then to the have-nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a
'Lo machete, hoppin' out the fan's (?)
fightin' or graffiti, got them 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 money 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 then I 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, like a puddy, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a road
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve
Drugs so good, Fiend just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, blow through 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, started cookin' and it
Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, it