Luyện nghe bài hát Harbor Masters

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stand like the Eiffel, spiteful
Sport the Nike shoe, nice the mic since high school
Fuck who who, fend to not, niggas, trifeful
Plot to get dough, it's so delightful

IQ's, spiral convo's with the sky view
This is what I do, pioneer, my peeps power
Yacub, I'm factual, true and living
Polo polobos with the true religion, no

This beat is sorta proof to and hear the real
So you New niggas kneel, sit it still
Lick a fifth, get your piff and chill, fix grill
It's ill, seen the vanish in air

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

'Cause of that I'ma rock show tonight
hard, I'ma get that dough tonight
Crime money, all we do is two step
Slip up and get your fucking crew wet

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

Fuck the radio, the respect, Soldier I
about to get fly, like I'm boarding a jet
Watch your mouth, little homey, I your rep
I'm like Mohamed Atta, when I'm the set

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

This is Stones and grown man poking his
Play watch the K blow a hole in your vest
Why I like I know I'm the best 'cause I'm spitting the piff
Half of y'all rollin' with stress

Come and see me, son you the address
10304 block work, first homey, me the checks
Hood crooks living over the edge, Ghost nah
a good look, focus, respect, yup

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

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