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 that nigga named Shyne
Nothin but cum for these bitches, none for these bitches
It's that motherfuckin nigga Shyne

What's my motherfuckin name? Put a bullet in your
Leave shirt stained, guns and cocaine
the best of a V&E
I'm like in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein me
indeed, measure 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 the riches
Scene switches, big bitches, to snitches
Smile for the feds as take pictures
It's the young G speakin; niggaz leakin
Shots repeatin; around the clip bound to hit
Y'all motherfuckers was
Eat a dick and choke, as I sniff
Shyne pro, how you pronounce the shit
G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers to this

Shyne]
Before your dog you're 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 play in the club
lookin for somethin to fuck, ok
If you startin with her, 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 motherfucker's gates like every single day
It's, the, rap,
Slash, coke, crack,
Sling sling smack sling dick to dingbats
that try to bootchie coochie, I'm in that
Kingpin raps, I 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em
Bentley and large rims spinnin, the shit is
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 it, before y'all knew what to do with it
Put my finger in the and turn the world around

From hip-hop to them hot
It ain't never gon' stop; well maybe for days
but then return, more blacks to burn for more yea
Get (??) sittin up on Broadway (geah)
Livin the life, ridin on
Thirty rims spinnin, bitches is grinnin
Roscoe on my left, wonderin where the at
so I can scheme the dope, get the and float
Big things, live from the Empire
niggaz, live in fear of a 8-48
Don't owe my favors, jewelers
Shops have me spinnin like you was doin a figure
Gun in your bitch, got a bitter taste
up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter face
Guerilla pimpin
Shit I'm a perm;
somethin every in the ghetto need

- 2X]