Luyện nghe bài hát It's the Postaboy

Uh, yeah,
Harlem, Postaboy, go
Harlem, PB, Rock, woo woo
Uhh, go

I'ma show you how we get down like, with this pound
I'm in a Caddy P this what it sound like
Uhh, yeah this you clowns like
And since you're on my dick nigga this what like
Geah, I'm on top of my A
Blew two hundred thou', got it back on the haste
back in the building
The 106 of famer t-shirt is back in the ceiling
I'm a new artist but it's like I'm platinum
E'ry day, spend rapper bucks
Go to the dealer, cop after trucks
High as a kite, rollin dutch dutch
leavin the scene with me
Now she get a room, but at 119 with me
Lowrider jeans, fanny out the pants
Do the snake, the wop and the dance, ohh!

Make way it's the
the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy
We got the ladies in the club makin all that
Team outside, you don't see our toys (woo woo)
Make way it's the
the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy
They got the ladies in the crowd makin all that
Beep beep, I'm a boss, I drive my toys

You can find me uptown, uptown, low in B's
up in the club like the {?}
I know why you hate me, I'm tryin to date me
a hot like Tammy at AE
Jump, I say I'm focused
And just how thirsty all these is
Wide door knockers with the in they noses
I J, then they knockin at my door like
I checkin my peep mo'
I come from Harlem, the home of the negroes
Like, R.P.,
Jim Ice, Nicky Barnes, and my nigga John
All I need is a pair of my
Half moon part and a two-wheel
Quarter water, Chu's for my honey
It's the Postaboy, Winning Team, good

I throw yo' lighters in the motherfuckin urr
The roof on fire and not a muh'fucker
There's so many bunnies and I'm over her
Every time I turn around, durr, couple durr
Hey! I'm mixin my two-step
Now little wanna call me Hugh Hef'
so hard 'til there ain't no juice left
I been around the world, I done the U.S.

we go, c'mon
Now we go, c'mon
Now we go, c'mon
Now we go, c'mon
Yeah!

- 2X