Luyện nghe bài hát Harbor Masters

Yo, hold on, is the way that I'm cut, right?
Or why I sing, how I dipped red lights
Martini's is Deini's, stretched out
On stage with the gauge, flash the tech Clint East

Polo drawers, velour headband, Geneva couch
In the back the two nightstands
I'm the man, nigga, when I come dressing rooms
Had the goose ready, cream and a bag of shrooms

And a nice suite, room service every five
I need a massage, tell the massause
She do it for me, do it for God
I got the mix CD on pause all DeBarge

Oil me up, please, my nuts, me a story
me in, something like the seeds'll say
Pass me the cold fresh OJ, I got five hundred
Under my pillow, I'm done, do my DJ

'Cause of I'ma rock the show tonight
The Twat Team gon' get hoes tonight
That's Theodore shit if you in whip
Two step, you slipped, get your whole wet

'Cause of that rock the show tonight
The Team gon' get those hoes tonight
That's shit if you in your whip
Two step, you slipped, get your whole wet

Stand the Eiffel, move spiteful
Sport the Nike shoe, with the mic since high school
Fuck who like who, to not, niggas, trifeful
Plot cycles to get dough, so delightful

Criminal IQ's, spiral with the sky view
This is I do, pioneer, my peeps power rule
Fuck Yacub, I'm factual, and living
polobos with the true religion, no superstition

This beat is sorta proof to listen and hear the
So you New Jack kneel, sit it still
Lick a fifth, get your piff and chill, fix grill
ill, seen the game vanish in air

From Delores to the gear, show and prove
How I move, you know is near, never fool
Appear rude, though my is there, get it straight
Say my grace stuffing my face

'Cause of that rock this show tonight
Hustle hard, I'ma get that tonight
money, all we do is just two step
Slip up and get whole fucking crew wet

'Cause of that I'ma rock this show
Hustle hard, I'ma get that dough
money, all we do is just two step
Slip up and get whole fucking crew wet

Fuck the radio, the corners respect, I
I'ma about to get fly, like I'm a jet
your mouth, little homey, I demolish your rep
I'm Mohamed Atta, when I'm bombing the set

Bottom line, you got a with Deck
I'm the police gun, son, a nigga name pop in the jects
Hate in blood, green eyes, watching my step
I'm all money like the pres, no stopping the

This is Stones and grown man his chest
hero watch the K blow a hole in your vest
Why I flow like I I'm the best 'cause I'm spitting the piff
of y'all dudes rollin' with stress

Come and see me, son you the address
block work, first homey, show me the checks
Hood crooks living over the edge, saying nah
a good look, focus, respect, yup

'Cause of that I'ma rock tonight
your weed, pop ya ects', let's go tonight
House Gang on the dance floor, two
You out of line, get your lame ass wet

'Cause of that rock this tonight
Light weed, pop ya ects', let's go tonight
Gang on the dance floor, two step
You out of line, get your lame ass wet