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

What's my motherfuckin name? Put a in your brain
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 moms was a virgin she had me
I rock flows, top O's, better yet, it wet
Tape to bitches, I need the riches
Scene switches, big bitches, to snitches
Smile for the as they take pictures
the young G speakin; leavin niggaz leakin
Shots repeatin; around the somethin bound to hit
Y'all motherfuckers was
Eat a and choke, as I sniff coke
pro, watch how you pronounce the shit
G'z up, hoes while you motherfuckers bounce to this

[Chorus:
Before your dog you're dyin and your iron
Take the you're lyin, it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, watch -
Hit niggaz in and bitches love it, it's ok
If you high now as they play this in the club
for somethin to fuck, it's ok
If you startin with her, ok
If you with him, it's ok

With so much in the N-Y-C
to 'em all down is kinda hard for me
But uhh, somehow,
I keep takin over motherfucker's gates like every day
It's, the, rap,
Slash, coke, crack,
Sling crack smack sling dick to dingbats
that try to pussy bootchie coochie, I'm in
raps, I spit 'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em
Bentley and large rims spinnin, the is sickenin
My rhymes, my flow, I got all the
Rinks and links and trips to Winston
Born think that model bitch I'm with is slim?
You of seein me are slimmer
I was through with it, before knew what to do with it
Put my in the ground and turn the world around

From to them hot blocks
It ain't never stop; well maybe for three days
but then I'll return, more to burn for more yea
Get them (??) up on Broadway (geah)
the life, ridin on Twinkies
Thirty inch spinnin, bitches is grinnin
Roscoe on my left, wonderin where the 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
have me spinnin like you was doin a figure 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 in the ghetto need

- 2X]