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

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

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

What's my motherfuckin name? Put a bullet in your
your shirt 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 was a virgin when 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 hide
Smile for the as they take pictures
It's the young G leavin niggaz leakin
Shots repeatin; around the clip somethin to hit
motherfuckers 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:
Before your dog you're dyin and bustin iron
Take the stand you're lyin, ok
If you cook it, cut it, watch -
Hit niggaz in public and bitches it, it's ok
If you high now as they play this in the club
lookin for somethin to fuck, ok
If you startin 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 keep takin over motherfucker's like every single day
It's, the, rap,
Slash, coke, crack,
Sling crack sling sling dick to dingbats
try to pussy bootchie coochie, I'm in that
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 links and trips to Harry
Born sinner; think that model I'm with is slim?
You of seein me are slimmer
I was through with it, 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 three
but I'll return, more blacks to burn for more yea
Get them (??) sittin up on (geah)
the life, ridin on Twinkies
Thirty rims spinnin, bitches is grinnin
Roscoe on my left, where the pussy at
so I can the dope, get the pussy and float
Big things, from the Empire State
where niggaz, in fear of a 8-48
Don't owe my favors, deliberate
Shops have me spinnin like you was doin a eight
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 girl in the ghetto

- 2X]