Luyện nghe bài hát Marinatin'

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

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

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

So we

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