Luyện nghe bài hát It's Ok

Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh
Uh, huh, like
Geah, uhh

Ten nigga in the air, hold tec
that motherfuckin' nigga named Shyne
Nothin' but cum for bitches, love none for these bitches
It's that nigga named Shyne

What's my motherfuckin' Put a bullet in your brain
Leave your shirt stained, guns and
the best of a V and E
I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, never seein' me

indeed, measure me a key
My moms was a when she had me
I rock flows, top O's, better yet, it wet
ki's to bitches, I need the riches

Scene switches, big bitches to snitches
Smile for the feds as take pictures
It's the young G speakin', leavin' leakin'
repeatin', around the clip somethin' bound to hit

Y'all was counterfeit
Eat a dick and choke, as I coke
Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the
G'z up, down while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Before your dog you're dyin' and your iron
the stand you're lyin', it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, flooded
Hit niggaz in public and love it, it's ok

If you right now as they play this in the club
Lookin' for to fuck, it's ok
If you with her, it's ok
If you snotty with him, ok

so much blocks in the N Y C
To burn 'em all is kinda hard for me
But uhh, somehow,
I keep takin' over gates
Like single day

It's, the, rap,
Slash, coke, crack,
crack sling smack sling dick to dingbats
That try to pussy bootchie coochie, I'm in

raps, I spit 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em
Bentley and rims spinnin', the shit is sickenin'
My rhymes, my flow, I got all the
and links and trips to Harry Winston

Born sinner, think that model I'm with is slim?
You of seein' me are slimmer
I was through with it, y'all knew what to do with it
Put my finger in the and turn the world around

Before dog you're dyin' and bustin' your iron
Take the stand you're lyin', ok
If you cook it, cut it, flooded
Hit in public and bitches love it, it's ok

If you high right now as they this in the club
Lookin' for somethin' to fuck, ok
If you startin' her, it's ok
If you with him, it's ok

From hip-hop to them hot
It never gon' stop, well, maybe for three days
But then I'll return, more blacks to for more yea
Get them sittin' up on Broadway
(Geah)

Livin' the life, ridin' on
Thirty inch rims spinnin', bitches is
on my left, wonderin' where the pussy at
So I can the dope, get the pussy and float

Big things, live from the Empire
Where niggaz, live in fear of a
Don't owe my favors, deliberate
Shops have me like you was doin' a figure eight

Gun in your bitch, got a bitter taste
Push up hard on the arms, uhh, bitter
Guerilla pimpin' indeed, I'm like a perm
Somethin' every in the ghetto need

Before your dog dyin' and bustin' your iron
Take the stand lyin', it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, watch
Hit niggaz in public and bitches it, it's ok

If you right now as they play this in the club
for somethin' to fuck, it's ok
If you startin' her, it's ok
If you with him, it's ok

your dog you're dyin' and bustin' your iron
Take the you're lyin', it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, watch
Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, ok

If you high right now as they this in the club
for somethin' to fuck, it's ok
If you startin' her, it's ok
If you snotty with him, ok