Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me the Ass

Ha, say scientific, 3 C-F Mafia (that's my crew)

Yo, on the real homey, let me let you about me
Cause too many people who can talk about me
See frontin' ain't nothin', who tryin' to jerk
of them niggas talkin' can't pay for the work
They in my pocket, this flow, they can't it
Shit, 20 and a dream team to mop it
Who knock it?
Get blown out the (Hey, who's gettin' money?)
the topic
Stay true, in it for you
I know you wanna get down, Martinies and
a dream, pay attention to the sceme
Follow the rules and we could all get

Baby if you me the ass (baby if you give me the ass)
Maybe you might see some cash (maybe you might see cash)
If you think I'm moving to fash (if you I'm moving to fash)
We can lace this with hash

Les:
Where you
Q-Bourgh, harsh and rugged ma bourgh
Beatnuts new (what?)
it to you radio style, so heads can groove
Gotta make this in 9-7
Attack with the most hunger, got mouths to feed and we ain't no

No doubt, mix the Guinstout, the Colt 40
Toastin' the majority, stay
tobacco spilt on the pavement
Feelin' my from the basement, on this one cut
No shit (shhhhh)
That's why we hit you in the head with a joint you with

Yo shortie rock we can wine and
But in time let me remind, eventually I to be
Somewhere behind you, you
Never the less here to you
Take you outta def and dumb and you
No shortie, don't laugh
It's all math, material just don't last
So this L and parlay with me
Cause shortie rock you gonna stay with me

Pyscho
Son beat is mad hot, 100 degrees
Slide the sun roof, catch a breeze
Let out the from the trees, torch our beat
by strink G's
As I count Ben-G's, I clocked off this track friendly
Kick it to chick in spicey like Wendys
to touch her tada, honey said "Ah-ah"
Turned the Chewbacca, but I was like...

(X2)

Give me the ass baby, give me the ass baby, can't without the ass baby
Give me the ass baby, give me the ass, oh give me the ass, baby me the
ass
Oh me the ass

it to him