Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

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

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

her?
Yeah, you first meet her, just slap her
Off the
Off the bat, backhand
Why's that,
later on down the line
You ain't gotsta to worry about
That chick you
"Cam, you treat me the way you used to"

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

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

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

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

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

You'll be calling for back up, for help
my life, I'm taking myself
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 callin'
Yo cam, all this rap shit, man
Let's get to business, harlem
Okay, good, let's poppin' nigga