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
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 at the door
But why they at my door
Oh! My peep's they got a gallon, smilin'
My totalled ten one empty round from putting it down
But now, my day is off Coca Cola and Remy Martin
Some of the homeys from L.A. and Carson want to throw a private party
on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill like Bernard Getts
My squad flex like Lee Haney, so its best I myself on house arrest
Cause you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429
Locked away, plus can't keep the boody calls
I'm

Dialed up micehead to see what's crackin' tonight
She said she just up with her man
And since she free like Mnadela, she bringina box of pantellas
Acapells, I game like Lou 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 like on a regular, loungin'
Watchin' tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported smokes
Craps and on the patio 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 knocking while I"m knocking about she ret' to go
I some of your brown 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, Nonoxol-9
questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressing
Like 1st King strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the LA
The phone rang, my shorty said "What you up to, boo?"
Nothing, just chillin' like bruh-man on do
See only I'm tipsy, when my words start slurring
Do I get causght telling lies 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
Let's run more trains than the but ya'll got to be out by two
I'm getting and plus my boo is coming through
So let the front door hit you Ru Paul probably might
And asking what's up for tomorrow night