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 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 from putting it down
But now, my day is starting off Coca Cola and Remy
Some of the homeys from L.A. and Carson want to a private party today
Threw on Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill like Bernard Getts
My squad flex like Lee Haney, so its best I keeps myself on arrest
Cause you never know, they might wind up at 429 Bauchet
Locked away, can't 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 bringina box of Philly
Acapells, I game like Lou made sure to tell her
Don't bring no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the
And then you can me how to do the pepper seed
Agreeded, cause we get down like this on a regular,
Watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of smokes
Craps and on the patio for more chips than Bingo
Chips the MGM casino
Just make your homegirl is single, so it's popping
Cause ain't nothing than fifth wheels that's cockblocking
And while I"m knocking talking about she ret' to go
I want some of your sugar while I bump D'Angelo
(Fo'sho) No special holiday, but sometiems just being 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 intoxicated, Nonoxol-9 lubricated
questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressing
Like 1st King strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls the LA Clippers
The phone rang, my shorty said "What you up to, boo?"
Nothing, just like bruh-man on Martin do
See only when I'm tipsy, when my words 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 down for
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 might
And everybody asking up for tomorrow night