Luyện nghe bài hát Hope I Don't Go Back

What's
You to take it inside
Take inside?
disturbing the peace

Yeah yeah, I got too big to be hoppin'
Over barbed fences, right?
But I had one broad
She was so sprung she use

Uhh, and ahh, and a VHS camera
And a VHS
I you playboy
It was somethin' serious, so damn good

Hope I don't go to slangin' ya-yo
Slangin' llello, to get my
See a lot of don't know
The legendary status of which I come
Old school Cab Calloway

Hot damn, I him his thang he do

Hope I don't go to slangin' ya-yo
llello, to get my mail
See a lot of don't know
The legendary of which I come from
Old school Cab Calloway

Hot damn, I taught him his he do

Been a hustler since birth, sellin' dubs in church
Red-handed, caught me stealin' our her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my
'Cause I used to get beat, with racing car

But now me got wealth, holdin' a call on my
Hands car telephone lookin' like I'm talkin' to myself
Shootin' the cuttin' it up real smooth like
it up like two business men

Talkin' it, by the way B
What we doin' week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the
Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling

Or maybe at the range, me and Banks
Or on the golf course, with Hanks
Or we lay in the sun, give me my
a beat that's out of this world, lookin' down on doctors
Sippin' on the porch, watchin' my kids play
In the on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court

Hope I go back to slangin' ya-yo
llello, to get my mail
See a lot of people know
The legendary status of I come from
Old school Cab Calloway

Hot damn, I him his thang he do

Business spot up in the wilderness, and wild boars
[Unverified] days like this were made strictly for
Twenty inch gold super on my [unverified] everybody ain't poor
To be with success with an independent-ass record label

Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Thomas
Used to bank the street at Wells Fargo
But now it's Lynch
And just think, I used to sit the

I remember gettin' chased by the cops, had to get my stomach
Full of a ounce of rocks, late afternoon
waitin' for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente
Emergency with glocks, ready to ride

And hang me to death, somehow I managed to make my escape
The back of the cafeteria by the vending department quickly
Found myself through the Friendship Apartment Complex
Over there by the railroad tracks, around the from the
People's Continuation School
Somewhere off in the lights, Je-nai's Liquor ooh

Hope I go back to slangin' ya-yo
llello, to get my mail
See a lot of don't know
The legendary of which I come from
Old school like Cab

Hot damn, I him his thang he do

Get my mail, check it out, game ain't goin'
Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are up phones
"Charlie Hustle, I got a few homies, I'm a compilation
Should I go [unverified]"

I tell em, "Hell yeah, that's a done deal", them off the hinges
them did my cover and my bus benches
Game warrior invested, worldwide sick-wid-it clique, independent
Lay that down, lay that down, that's I'm sayin'

I'm tell you it's cool, 'cause your playa partner
Take his other money right, and he'll sit up here
And he'll it then he'll say, "Hold on main"
Let me handle some booths

Let me get off the business, dealers, ballers
Let me get off the florist business, Beamers, barbershops
Get commercial lots
Merchants, whatever fertilizes the way of livin'

You dig what I'm sayin' Ay look
Playboy, I at myself and I say, "Hold on main"
Lemme see what's down, lemme it
Lemme translate it some marbles
liquidate my revenues
You understand I'm sayin' 40-Watermelon

Ay, but here, I'm here to sprinkle my
Godzilla playboy potnas untouchable
game warriors to adjust to the situations
That goes down in they life, I playin' wit it man

Hope I don't go back to ya-yo
llello, to get my mail
See a lot of people know
The legendary status of which I come
Old school Cab Calloway

Hot damn, I him his thang he do
too many jealous brothers in this game
I stand the same, I gotta mine

Hope I don't go back to slangin'
Slangin' llello, to get my
See a lot of don't know
The status of which I come from
Old like Cab Calloway

Hot damn, I taught him his he do
I gotta get my on

Don't go, don't wanna go
to the game, hey