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

What's my motherfuckin name? Put a in your brain
Leave your shirt stained, 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 moms was a virgin 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 take
the young G speakin; leavin niggaz leakin
Shots repeatin; around the somethin bound to hit
motherfuckers was counterfeit
Eat a dick and choke, as I sniff
pro, watch how you pronounce the shit
G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to

Shyne]
Before your dog you're and bustin your iron
the stand you're lyin, it's ok
If you it, cut it, watch - flooded
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 startin with her, ok
If you snotty with him, 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 every single day
It's, the, rap,
Slash, coke, crack,
Sling crack sling smack dick to dingbats
that try to pussy 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 chances of seein me are
I was through with it, before y'all what to do with it
Put my finger in the ground and turn the world

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

- 2X]