Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Go

Yo,
Aiyyo if I was from New York I'd probably be from
An uptown nigga with a for stardom
runningback, coach I can't guard 'em
If you like me on your ma, you needs a starter
Beg pardon, kid is actin disrespectful
He walk up in the club, Slick with his neck full
Goin to start a money war, is he there for?
Stacks little paper, he do that for?
Throw a few thousand out the roof of my
Just a little that I got from Reebok
We cop, e'rything you see up in the
sprees keep me hungry ma, it's time to get some {?}
Turkey bacon, egg whites all up in my
Obscene how the protein a nigga lean
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It's obscene how the protein keep a lean

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We got a in here?! HELL NO!
We got a problem in here?! I SAID NO!
You wanna set it off?! HELL YEAH!
You really wanna set it off?! YEAH!
let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go, go (hey!)
go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's (hey!)

I'm just chillin in my Coupe (what?) in my Coupe (what?)
I'm chillin in my Coupe my chick on the side
I'm just in my Coupe (what?) I'm chillin in my Coupe (what?)
I'm chillin in my Coupe with my chick on the

I'm a country-ass Adonis lookin for my goddess
Same attractin apparatus around, can find her
down the shades, clothes on your body
She can go this lame and let shorty go to work
Show a couple thou', bet shorty go
Last night she on the pole, then this mornin she in
On her in both places, man I bet that hurt
Get you some extra funds, support ya moms
Heard she ass so you can say she buy sex
Plus she got a friend so I she bi-sex
I park right to her, yeah that's me
Plus the house up on the hill, baby yeah me

See I'm a U-City alumni, out my one eye
Similar to Popeye, when I'm on that
call up the Guinness Book, it's gotta be record
Like when I heard the beat I it had to be on my record
Know need it, I'm officially elected
The right to bear arms, I'm officially
So if I you out, don't argue, respect it
Matter fact, go hit the showers, you ejected!
I used to slang the Jimmy Crack I didn't care
I Jimmy jack corn homie, I was there
When turned around with his devilish glare
I showed waistline, partner he wouldn't dare (c'mon)
I can your chest like shots of Patron
Fuck a drink, I'm talkin 50-cal desert eagle
... Ah ah ah ah
I drop down and get my 50-cal desert on (boom!)

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