Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, off the blacktop
All foreign recital (?), fiends on the
Back Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot
The shit that us laid in Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, out the dash spot
I'll leave a bitch in a and let his ass rot
One seven for (?) an is where the cash drop
Then take the paper, 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 up with your face like a ShamWow
down, one motherfucker
260 combined, to bring the ruckus
The plus 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 bitches big-body like an old
With their waists sliced inches like the cold
at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up
Feet first, my voice is known to curl a 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 body by a road
A rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin
Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, blow trees through Harlem
Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm
German shift, twist, burn to
I love it when the pussy than a tourniquet
Copped the chicken, started cookin' and it
leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it