Luyện nghe bài hát Marinatin'

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

1:
I woke up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 a knock at the door
But why at my door for?
Oh! My peep's they got a gallon, smilin'
My talons totalled ten one empty round from putting it
But now, my day is starting off Coca Cola and Remy
Some of the homeys from L.A. and want to throw a private party today
Threw on some Gautier and my Rolex link to kill like Bernard Getts
My squad flex like Lee Haney, so its best I keeps on house arrest
Cause you never know, maybe they might up at 429 Bauchet
Locked away, plus can't keep the boody waiting
I'm

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

So we

(x2)

I get like Dolby Pro Logic,
But running them streets too much get hated
Incarcerated, or
At the house we safely intoxicated, Nonoxol-9
Playing questions, faded and now, we got the ladies undressing
Like 1st King strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the LA
The rang, my little shorty said "What you up to, boo?"
Nothing, just like bruh-man on Martin do
See only I'm tipsy, when my words start slurring
Do I get telling lies like Mark Furhaman
So I'll call you later drink was low, to the stash and pulled out the
XO
The T.U.'s is for whatever
run more trains than the metrorail but ya'll got to be out by two
I'm getting sleepy and plus my boo is through
So let the front door hit you where Ru probably might
And everybody asking what's up for tomorrow