Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Go

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

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

I'm just chillin in my (what?) chillin 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 like a Adonis lookin for my goddess
attractin apparatus around, that can find her
Pulled down the shades, clothes on your
She can go behind this lame and let go to work
Show a thou', bet shorty go berserk
Last night she on the pole, this mornin she in chruch
On her in both places, man I bet that hurt
Get you some extra funds, ya single moms
Heard she ass so you can say she buy sex
Plus she got a so I hope she bi-sex
I park right next to her, that's me
Plus the up on the hill, baby yeah that's me

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

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