Luyện nghe bài hát How

T.I.]
Don't know how many

1: King Louie & (T.I.)]
Coney Island riding a shotgun
New York, BK, I come from
Now who the in New York? I don't care son
Now who the hottest in New York? I don't son
You know I pull up on block, 100 round run
Looking out the window with a like I'm Malcolm
Be the outcome, RIP to Doe B, an Alabama one
How times?
(Don't know how times)
How many
You pay me a verse, 200 a
You book me a show, hit town and I shine
(Don't how many times)
Fuck with the Hustle, get to die
All of you rappers, who fucking with
All of you rappers, who fucking with

T.I.]
Don't know how times
know how many times
Don't know how many
know how many times

2: T.I.]
How many times I tell you
I you, won't do any time?
Carbons, ARs, and 45s or
AK 47, won't at the 9
Head check, we jump
And run through and by pressing rewind
Sucker, no need to ask how I do
Just please me and my shooter, we fine
And all I demand is
You can do and we fine
you not be able to
Leave you wet Moet, nowhere to be found
How many must I show you
You gon' get the cane, I'm fucking you
over, hustle as long as you know it
And from there, the decision is

T.I.]
Don't how many times
Don't how many times
know how many times
Don't know how many

[Verse 3: Louie & (T.I.(]
How many times will you listen to lies these frivolous guys?
I'm so of these guys
After funeral we shoot up your repast, turn up on your old ass
(Don't how many times)
How many times will I run up that cash just to fuck up that
I die with that cash so I spend that cash fast
With your chick and a buddy, we a blast
(Don't how many times)
I don't know why mad at me
Sneak dissing, end up a
(Don't know how times)
arounds looking like battery
Shut up and bow to your
(Don't know how times)
Boss shit, I could get you for free
Could you please excuse the of me
out my mama, she had a G
Picture me rolling,

T.I.]
Don't know how times
Don't how many times
Don't how many times
Don't know how many