Luyện nghe bài hát Harbor Masters

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

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

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

Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a
Tuck me in, something like the say
Pass me the cold fresh squeezed OJ, I got five
my pillow, after I'm done, do my DJ

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

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

Stand like the Eiffel, move
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

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

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

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

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

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

the radio, the corners respect, Soldier I
I'ma about to get fly, I'm boarding 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 problem with
I'm like the police gun, son, a nigga name pop in the
Hate in blood, green eyes, watching my step
I'm all money like the pres, no stopping the

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

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

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

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