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', actin' ill and don't steal, for
(You to chill)

1:
I woke up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the
But why they at my for?
Oh! My they 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 Martin
Some of the homeys from L.A. and Carson want to throw a party today
Threw on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill Bernard Getts
My flex like Lee Haney, so its best I keeps myself on house arrest
Cause you never know, maybe they wind up at 429 Bauchet
Locked away, plus can't keep the boody calls
I'm

Dialed up some micehead to see what's tonight
She said she broke up with her man
And since she free like Mnadela, she bringina box of Philly
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 show me how to do the seed
Agreeded, we get down like 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 like the MGM
Just make sure homegirl is single, so it's popping
Cause ain't nothing worse fifth wheels that's cockblocking
And knocking I"m knocking talking about she ret' to go
I want some of 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 like Pro Logic,
But running them streets too much get hated
Incarcerated, or
At the house we safely intoxicated, lubricated
Playing questions, everybodys and now, we got the ladies undressing
Like 1st King strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls the LA Clippers
The rang, my little shorty said "What you up to, boo?"
Nothing, just chillin' like on Martin do
See only when I'm tipsy, when my words start
Do I get causght telling 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
Let's run more trains than the metrorail but got to be out by two
I'm sleepy and plus my boo is coming through
So let the door hit you where Ru Paul probably might
And asking what's up for tomorrow night