Luyện nghe bài hát Marinatin'

We Could marinate, get nice and and riches
(But it's B.Y.O.B.) Bring own bud, brew, and bitches
Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and steal, for real
(You to chill)

1:
I up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the door
But why they at my for?
Oh! My peep's they got a half gallon,
My talons totalled ten one empty round from it down
But now, my day is off Coca Cola and Remy Martin
Some of the homeys from L.A. and Carson want to a private party today
Threw on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill Bernard Getts
My squad flex like Lee Haney, so its best I keeps on house arrest
Cause you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429
Locked away, plus keep the boody calls waiting
I'm

Dialed up some micehead to see what's crackin'
She said she just up with her man
And since she free like Mnadela, she box of Philly pantellas
Acapells, I game like Lou Panella made to tell her
bring no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the tweed
And then you can show me how to do the seed
Agreeded, cause we get down like on a regular, loungin'
Watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of smokes
Craps and on the patio for more chips than Bingo
Chips the MGM casino
Just sure your homegirl is single, so it's popping
Cause ain't nothing worse than fifth wheels that's
And knocking while I"m talking about she ret' to go
I want some of your sugar while I bump D'Angelo
(Fo'sho) No special holiday, but just being alive is a reason for

So we

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I get around Dolby Pro Logic,
But running them streets too get fools hated
Incarcerated, or
At the house we safely intoxicated, lubricated
Playing questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the undressing
Like 1st King strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the LA
The phone rang, my little said "What you up to, boo?"
Nothing, just chillin' bruh-man on Martin do
See only when I'm tipsy, when my words slurring
Do I get causght telling lies Mark Furhaman
So I'll you later drink was low, went to the stash and pulled out the
XO
The T.U.'s is for whatever
Let's run more trains the metrorail but ya'll got to be out by two
I'm sleepy and plus my boo is coming through
So let the front door hit you where Ru Paul probably
And everybody what's up for tomorrow night