Luyện nghe bài hát It's Okay

Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh
Uh-huh, like
Geah, uhh

Ten bricks in the air, hold tec
It's that motherfuckin' nigga named
Nothin' but cum for these bitches, love none for bitches
It's that motherfuckin' nigga 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, y'all never me

indeed, measure me a key
My moms was a when she had me
I rock flows, top O's, yet, sell it wet
Tape to bitches, I need the riches

Scene switches, big bitches to hide
for the feds as they take pictures
It's the young G speakin' niggaz leakin'
Shots repeatin' around the somethin' bound to hit

Y'all was counterfeit
Eat a dick and choke, as I sniff
Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the
G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to

Before your dog dyin' and bustin' your iron
Take the stand lyin', it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, watch
Hit niggaz in and bitches love it, it's ok

If you hard 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

so much blocks 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 sling smack 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 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 finger in the ground and turn the around

Before your dog you're and bustin' your iron
the stand you're lyin, it's ok
If you cook it, cut it, flooded
Hit niggaz in public and love it, it's ok

If you hard now as they play this in the club
for somethin' to fuck, it's ok
If you startin' her, it's ok
If you snotty him, it's ok

hip-hop to them hot blocks
It ain't never gon' stop, well, for three days
But then I'll return, more to burn for more yeah
Get ho' yeah, sittin' up on Broadway

the life, ridin' on Twinkies
Thirty inch spinnin', bitches is grinnin'
Roscoe on my left, wonderin' where the at
So I can scheme the dope, get the and float

Big things, from the Empire State
niggaz, live in fear of a 8-48
Don't owe my favors, jewelers
have me spinnin' like you was doin' a figure eight

Gun in your mouth bitch, got a bitter
Push up hard on the arms, uhh, face
Guerilla pimpin' indeed, shit I'm a perm
Somethin' every in the ghetto need

your dog you're dyin' and bustin' 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 hard now as they play this in the club
for somethin' to fuck, it's ok
If you with her, it's ok
If you snotty with him, ok

Before your dog you're dyin' and your iron
Take the stand you're lyin, ok
If you it, cut it, watch flooded
Hit niggaz in and bitches love it, it's ok

If you right 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