Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

How doin' out there?
I wanna welcome back
Welcome some of y'all for the first time, Killa
We did it again, fuck wit us
Suck a dick man, Jones, what's good?
Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad time, huh?
I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
Harlem, you what it is, what's good?

You know how we get down, East side, El
El up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay
This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin' phone now
Man, hold up, hol', yo man
Yo son
What's
I gotta you like my dog told me
When you meet a chick, you straight slap her

Slap
Yeah, when you first meet her, just her
Off the
Off the bat, backhand
Why's that,
'Cause later on down the
You ain't never gotsta to about
chick telling you
"Cam, you treat me the way you used to"

That's I'm sayin' nigga
But see the thing is me
I don't understand how a bitch go out
Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, whoever
And then go give nigga her fucking money
Knaw I
Nah cam, you gotta
That's cause ya is tight

Oh no, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another
I know my is tight, nigga, know I mean?
We ready set this shit the fuck off
Jones, we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem

Yo, yo, I you to step son
For I ya moms, make you my step son
Y'all be calling me daddy,
The "Rag Muffin" y'all say
Y'all fuck around brother Numsay
Y'all gonna see
I'm a but colder
Now I rock karrots that I'm

See this on my shoulder?
He do the talking, I ain't concerned with
Act up and be to the birds
I return with them birds, any 28
A that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
I be in Miami, Bow Ca Baton, pokin' ya
Hauntin' ya aunt all over the
a dope then I'm gone back

Cobacabana, no joke I'm
Cops come for dope, a damper
I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to
Rush the crib, go in the
follow me, Stana
If you do, I'm the hammer
That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya and heart
I ain't finished, that's just the

You'll be calling for back up, for help
Fuck my life, I'm taking
All the I felt
In my crib at night, praying for
Bitches dissin', "What's the ma? I ain't ballin'"
Now every ten minutes, hos prank
Yo cam, fuck all rap shit, man
get down to business, harlem
Okay, it's good, let's poppin'