Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Be Specific - Cool Whip

One time, one time, one
Styles different but let's be specific
One time, one time, one
Styles kinda but let's be specific

This is flavor right here, 60 minutes,

just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal
No type when I pull skill, kill you and your fucking horse
I'm in the midst of moments lyrical guns bust
Bible's you trust and clocks turn to dust
Explain and slain, you slave, you're like Batman

Running to your ass Batcave
Be when you witness and turn like Burger maids
Got you swimming you're dreaming and Cool Whip seamen
Headaches are earthquakes, break you down
And crying out for you ladies, crybaby

One time, one time, one
Styles kinda different but let's be

up [unverified] fitted if you got work
We lying in sooken put you on back, sent you on your way
Yo, good looking, catching the cap, the horns
In your in Brooklyn
Getting from the fo'er wit the dress stower

Got the 80, oh don't [unverified] nickel want to roll up
Get your motherfucking shit up
Now it's to Queens to serve fiends
Making T's for enemies, my on my enemies

Sipping Hennessey wit my mind on some shit
One time searching me but never ever shit
It's the everyday, get the loot then
Still my goal is to out of state, push keys

The Queen's nation, representation, I
Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, rims and tint
Forever bent off the hen demon, niggaz is
My mega wit more gun play then Sega

up the cellular, call Capone-N-Noreaga
The nickel plated when I rip for dolo
Fuck one time, I'm back at the poo-poo
Mr Danny got me acting like

Squeeze macs outta state, [unverified] one in tracks
I'm to the CREAM, I need cheese and stacks
So I'm a die trying wit AK's and

One time, one time, one
Styles kinda different but let's be

Yo, yea, yea, word up kid, up, check it, check it, yo

It's the key money, to get the stacks and maintain
Analyze papers, staying drape wit chains
The Clan has built, pouring armaretta's in
Rap skin kilt nothing but fly silk

For real, Shaolin, house of whylin', medallion
Peace to cats profiling on the
Walk the view, play the view, in my crew
If I feel shyest, the ice turn blue

But for now, the cow wit the know how
Chef be on the low down, chalk wit the White Owls
He, yo, who bless cassettes
my niggaz, one love to Funkmaster Flex

I'm in the nigga knocking in sing-sing
Barefoot in draws from jacking nigga 'cuz you saw
99 push ups, I'm for the mic
I'm to bug the fuck out, I'm stomping on mice

They feed me like an animal, my style is mad
Now back in population, I to crack a smile
since I blew trial, my attitude is fucked up
Anybody say to me is getting stuffed up

Petty dealers, pimps and big playas
Foxx got the rock down to rhyme sayer
I'm born on one's crafty shank ripping
Chopping mad to the blade is mad dull

One time, one time, one
Styles different but let's be specific