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

What's my motherfuckin name? Put a in your brain
Leave your shirt stained, guns and
the best of a V&E
I'm homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein me
Heavenly indeed, me a key
My moms was a when she had me
I rock flows, top O's, yet, sell it wet
Tape to bitches, I need the riches
Scene switches, big bitches, to hide
Smile for the feds as take pictures
It's the young G leavin niggaz leakin
Shots around the clip somethin bound to hit
Y'all motherfuckers was
Eat a dick and choke, as I coke
Shyne pro, watch how you the shit
G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers to this

[Chorus:
Before your dog you're dyin and bustin your
Take the stand you're lyin, ok
If you cook it, cut it, - flooded
Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, ok
If you high right now as they play this in the
lookin for to fuck, it's ok
If you startin her, it's ok
If you snotty with him, ok

With so blocks in the N-Y-C
to burn 'em all down is kinda for me
But uhh, somehow,
I keep takin motherfucker's 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
raps, I spit 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em
Bentley and large 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, before y'all knew to do with it
Put my finger in the ground and turn the world

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

- 2X]