Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

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

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

her?
Yeah, when you first meet her, slap her
Off the
Off the bat, backhand
that, though?
'Cause later on down the
You ain't never gotsta to about
That telling you
"Cam, you don't treat me the way you to"

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

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

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

See this on my shoulder?
He do the talking, I concerned with words
Act up and be returned to the
I return them birds, any 28 grams
A that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
I be in Miami, Bow Ca Baton, pokin' ya
Hauntin' ya all over the dawn
Using a dope then I'm back

Cobacabana, no I'm bananas
Cops for dope, it's 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 blowin' the
rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I ain't finished, that's just the

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