Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Charli

[Guy] Hey Charli, hey Charli, hey
[Guy] unbelievable and she wit
I-N-C

[Guy] Hey
[ChB] me runnin red lights, niggaz beamin they headlights
[Guy] Hey
[ChB] 187 be the digits numbers you getting nigga
[Guy] Hey
[ChB] See me with the angels, ass from all
She's unbelievable and she wit
[ChB]

1]
We a club in the clique nigga
I a thug and a drink
Scream "The Inc" Till I'm "Gone" N'SYNC
Bitches for the scene
Ass fat like it was in them jeans
come on to my team
Now we on to a
for the tape on
on
Ass is up
Glasses up
it we brown paper baggin off the wagon
See who worth
I wit em but no slidin off
Im him expression as I'm ridin off
2-way tag but I'm not for baggin
Who cats? Me
I was back like Jet
Your wit a I.G. associate
Want a of it?
come close to it
Keep it brief like our is been
With more I score see who worth more

2]
Now I play gats, wit em cause I love to chase
22"s on the Lex got em lovin my
ta pace
Mac got em lovin my face
38" on the you wastin wit your place
I know you better then I don't show you
But who's behind my
mind
Never mind we never find one the energy
My angels on Hennessey thinking they see
So keep it spinnin Rule records on radios
out the ratio 7 and 1
All chicks from the front and the
All cliques aw shit we whenever we near
Sweetheart I tryna swell you let me tell you
If you can bitter or me you can hit me
I aint met one yet
Aint foot to the pedal and cats keep on yellin

3]
Ok
Can go then replies on the beeper
Ill work wit ya but see if I fit ya
Im more complex then dinner and a
you gotta move me
A bitch kinda
So the plan of action
Get it
u working wit lets see if I can work wit it
Im no game master
He has ta lay the mack down a faster bastard
Too slow and I'm em one up
Play the till the sun up they run up in
Im no flirtin
I aint checkin em niggaz still got the plot (thickenin)

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