Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop
All foreign (?), fiends on the backlot
Back Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot
The shit that us laid in Benzes with a glass top
pot, stickin' out the dash spot
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 fightin' or graffiti, got them styles
I'll the floor up with your face like a ShamWow
down, one motherfucker
260 combined, to bring the ruckus
The bassline plus the words 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 big-body like an old truck
With their waists sliced inches the cold cuts
Been at the bottom of the sea, but I rose up
Feet first, my voice is known to a honey's toes
Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, take it, form a puddy, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your by a muddy road
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve
Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly just 'em
I'm on the road, blow trees through Harlem
Just put me in a in the basement, I'm retarded
shift, twist, burn to bliss
I love it when the tighter than a tourniquet
Copped the chicken, cookin' and converted it
leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it