Luyện nghe bài hát Like Me

Ah yeah, happening, mami
How ya baby
Oh you lookin kinda good and
I see you with those stilettos

Ah, check this out, you ain't got to talk to me?
Ay, let me put the bug in your ear
Won't you turn flow-shoes
Into your hoe shoes, ya

Yeah check out
universe fine as your royal highness
You know what, I can do a whole lotta for you
Guess why? Cause I'm a motherfuckin'

Like me, hustlin' and baby
I be stayin' on paper chase
In this life there's pimp's and
me which one are you, you little?

Like me, and grindin baby
I be stayin' on that paper
In this life there's pimp's and
me which one are you, you?

The good man in me say get money and on the path
But the pimp shit in me say yo keep for ass
But my daughter gave me a gift, to hold
A little city in water you shake it, it snow

I told her, Never let a sucker nigga off her clothes
Better wait till grown, when he love you, you'll know
Everybody's got a dream, I and wish to own a six times two
Chill in the whip, a fantasy, a bone to

to get, against who, I don't know, to one who said you won't blow
You eat, you want cake, their mistake
Blamin me for their failures, I'm fresh, tailored, single breasted
A lint brush is senseless, some shit

A woman hates a man and with him for many years
Tell him she then be jealous of him
Now lame is how the judge him cause he still with her
She take his cash and give it to other real nigger

Like me, hustlin' and grindin
I be stayin' on that chase
In this there's pimp's and hoe's
Tell me which one are you, you

me, hustlin' and grindin baby
I be stayin' on paper chase
In this life pimp's and hoe's
Tell me one are you, you?

Aye, pimpin bein on, man, for eons and eons, man
Since the of time, you know what I mean?
The only thing I to do is get on the grind and get mine
So, thing I gotta tell you, man is now do what you gotta do, man
Bring my money back, get on track, get on your back

I heard say the NBA is a bunch of million dollar slaves
Or wasnt real back in the days, the point I make is
Jerry owns the Lakers, his take is lets just say
than collectively all of his players, thats business not really pimp shit

Maybe its it but similar to when we rappers big hits
And not own the masters, thats the
By the way, Portier helps all the excel
He kept the motto real but Hollywood could a girl out

I a girl bout 59 so fine, she could [Incomprehensible]
She was sleek, chic a classic mouth
directors always fucked her on the casting couch
She came out with a

Cant a hustler, she not a hooker, she focused
A soul on a lonely road
I her all my stones and gold
I said, Bitch, life is cold, you to roll with a nigga

me, hustlin' and grindin baby
I be on that paper chase
In this there's pimp's and hoe's
me which one are you, you little?

Like me, and grindin baby
I be stayin' on that chase
In this life pimp's and hoe's
me which one are you, you?