Luyện nghe bài hát It's OK - Shyne, Combs, Sean "Puffy"

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

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

What's my motherfuckin Put a bullet in your brain
Leave your stained, guns and cocaine
It's the of a V&E
I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, never seein me
Heavenly indeed, me a key
My moms was a virgin she had me
I rock flows, top O's, better yet, it wet
Tape ki's to bitches, I need the
switches, big bitches, to hide snitches
Smile for the feds as they take
It's the young G speakin; leavin niggaz
Shots repeatin; around the somethin bound to hit
Y'all was counterfeit
Eat a dick and choke, as I coke
Shyne pro, how you pronounce the shit
G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to

[Chorus:
your dog you're 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 love it, ok
If you high right now as play this in the club
for somethin to fuck, it's ok
If you with her, it's ok
If you with him, it's ok

With so much in the N-Y-C
to burn 'em all is kinda hard for me
But uhh, somehow,
I keep takin over gates like every single day
It's, the, rap,
Slash, coke, crack,
Sling crack sling smack sling to dingbats
that try to bootchie coochie, I'm in that
Kingpin raps, I 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em
Bentley and rims spinnin, the shit is sickenin
My rhymes, my flow, I got all the
Rinks and links and to Harry Winston
Born sinner; think that model I'm with is slim?
You chances of me are slimmer
I was with it, before y'all knew what to do with it
Put my in the ground and turn the world around

From hip-hop to hot blocks
It ain't gon' stop; well maybe for three days
but then I'll return, more blacks to burn for yea
Get them (??) up on Broadway (geah)
Livin the life, on Twinkies
Thirty inch rims spinnin, bitches is
Roscoe on my left, where the pussy at
so I can the dope, get the pussy and float
Big things, live from the State
where niggaz, live in of a 8-48
Don't owe my favors, deliberate
Shops have me spinnin like you was doin a figure
Gun in mouth bitch, got a bitter taste
up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter face
Guerilla indeed
Shit I'm a perm;
somethin every in the ghetto need

- 2X]