Luyện nghe bài hát Harbor Masters

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

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

And a nice suite, room service five minutes
I need a foot massage, 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, read me a
Tuck me in, like the seeds'll say
Pass me the cold squeezed OJ, I got five hundred
my pillow, after I'm done, do my DJ

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

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

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

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

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
It's ill, seen the game in air

From to the glamourest 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 I'ma this show tonight
hard, I'ma get that dough tonight
Crime money, all we do is just two
Slip up and get your fucking crew wet

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

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

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

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

Come and see me, son you the address
10304 block work, homey, show me the checks
crooks living over the edge, Ghost saying nah
That's a look, focus, respect, yup

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

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