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
Since I'm in a Caddy P this it sound like
Uhh, this what you clowns like
And since you're on my dick nigga this what like
Geah, I'm on top of my A
Blew two thou', got it back on the haste gang
Posta back in the
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 trucks trucks
High as a kite, rollin dutch after
leavin the scene with me
Now she wanna get a room, but at 119 me
jeans, fanny pokin out the pants
Do the snake, the wop and the dance, ohh!

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

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 mami Tammy at AE
Jump, I say I'm focused
And how thirsty all these hoes is
Wide knockers with the rings in they noses
I J, then they knockin at my door like
I start my peep mo'
I from Harlem, the home of the hustler negroes
Like, R.P.,
Jim Ice, Barnes, and my nigga Bumpy John
All I need is a pair of my
Half moon and a two-wheel moped
Quarter water, Chu's for my honey
It's the Postaboy, Team, good money

I said yo' lighters in the motherfuckin urr
The roof on fire and not a curr
so many bunnies and I'm seein over her
Every I turn around, couple durr, couple durr
Hey! I'm mean my two-step
Now little birdie wanna me Hugh Hef'
Pimp so hard 'til there ain't no juice
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