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

What's my motherfuckin Put a bullet in your brain
your shirt stained, guns and cocaine
It's the of a V&E
I'm like homes in Angels, y'all 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
switches, big bitches, to hide snitches
Smile for the as they take pictures
It's the young G leavin niggaz leakin
Shots repeatin; the clip somethin bound to hit
Y'all motherfuckers was
Eat a dick and choke, as I coke
Shyne pro, how you pronounce the shit
G'z up, hoes down while you bounce to this

[Chorus:
Before your dog you're dyin and your iron
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 this in the club
for somethin to fuck, it's ok
If you with her, it's ok
If you snotty with him, ok

With so much blocks in the
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 smack sling dick to
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
Rinks and links and to Harry Winston
Born sinner; think model bitch 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 in the ground and turn the world around

From hip-hop to hot blocks
It ain't never stop; well maybe for three days
but then return, more blacks to burn for more yea
Get them (??) sittin up on (geah)
Livin the life, on Twinkies
inch rims spinnin, bitches is grinnin
Roscoe on my left, wonderin the pussy at
so I can scheme the dope, get the and float
Big things, live from the Empire
where niggaz, in fear of a 8-48
owe my favors, jewelers deliberate
Shops have me like you was doin a figure eight
Gun in your bitch, got a bitter taste
Push up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter
Guerilla pimpin
I'm like a perm;
somethin every girl in the need

- 2X]