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

Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh
Uh-huh, that
Geah, uhh

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

What's my motherfuckin name? Put a bullet in brain
Leave your stained, guns and cocaine
the best of a V&E
I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all seein me
Heavenly indeed, me a key
My was a virgin 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 they pictures
It's the young G speakin; leavin niggaz
repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to hit
Y'all was counterfeit
Eat a and choke, as I sniff coke
Shyne pro, watch how you the shit
G'z up, down while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Shyne]
Before your dog 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 right now as they play this in the club
lookin for somethin to fuck, 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 down is kinda for me
But uhh, somehow,
I takin over motherfucker's gates like every single day
It's, the, rap,
Slash, coke, crack,
Sling crack sling smack sling dick to
that try to pussy bootchie coochie, I'm in
Kingpin raps, I 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em
and large rims spinnin, the shit is sickenin
My rhymes, my flow, I got all the
Rinks and 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 gon' stop; well maybe for three days
but then I'll return, more blacks to for more yea
Get them (??) sittin up on (geah)
Livin the life, on Twinkies
Thirty inch rims spinnin, bitches is
Roscoe on my left, wonderin where the at
so I can scheme the dope, get the and float
Big things, from the Empire State
niggaz, live in fear of a 8-48
Don't owe my favors, deliberate
Shops have me spinnin like you was a figure eight
Gun in your mouth bitch, got a bitter
Push up hard on the - uhh, bitter face
Guerilla pimpin
Shit I'm a perm;
somethin girl in the ghetto need

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