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
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, and cocaine
It's the of a V&E
I'm like homes in Angels, y'all never seein me
indeed, measure me a key
My moms was a when she had me
I flows, top O's, better yet, sell it wet
Tape to bitches, I need the riches
Scene switches, big bitches, to hide
Smile for the feds as they take
It's the young G speakin; niggaz leakin
Shots repeatin; around the clip 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, hoes down while you motherfuckers to this

[Chorus:
Before dog you're dyin and bustin your iron
Take the stand lyin, it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, - flooded
Hit niggaz in public and love it, it's ok
If you high right now as they play this in the
lookin for somethin to fuck, ok
If you startin her, it's ok
If you snotty 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 smack sling dick to dingbats
that try to pussy coochie, I'm in that
raps, I spit '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 think that model bitch I'm with is slim?
You chances of seein me are
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 them hot
It ain't never gon' stop; maybe for three days
but then I'll return, blacks to burn for more yea
Get (??) sittin up on Broadway (geah)
Livin the life, ridin on
inch rims spinnin, bitches is grinnin
Roscoe on my left, where the pussy at
so I can scheme the dope, get the pussy and
Big things, live from the Empire
where niggaz, in fear of a 8-48
Don't owe my favors, deliberate
Shops have me spinnin you was doin a figure eight
Gun in your mouth bitch, got a bitter
Push up hard on the arms - uhh, face
pimpin indeed
Shit I'm a perm;
somethin every in the ghetto need

- 2X]