Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

How y'all out there?
I wanna welcome back
Welcome some of for the first time, huh? Killa
We did it again, fuck wit us
Suck a man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?
Santana, Freaky, gonna be mad this 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 barrio up in this bitch, Kay
This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin' right now
Man, hold up, hol', yo man
Yo son
What's
I gotta tell you like my dog me
When you a chick, you gotsta straight slap her

her?
Yeah, when you first her, just slap her
Off the
Off the bat, backhand
Why's that,
later on down the line
You never gotsta to worry about
That telling you
"Cam, you don't treat me the way you to"

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

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

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

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

Cobacabana, no joke I'm
Cops come for dope, it's a
I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to
Rush the crib, go in the
Don't follow me,
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 for back up, praying for help
Fuck my life, I'm taking
All the I felt
In my at night, praying for wealth
Bitches dissin', "What's the ma? I ain't ballin'"
Now ten minutes, hos prank callin'
Yo cam, fuck all rap shit, man
get down to business, harlem
Okay, it's good, let's poppin'