Luyện nghe bài hát Marinatin'

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

1:
I woke up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 a knock at the door
But why they at my door
Oh! My peep's they got a gallon, smilin'
My talons totalled ten one empty round 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 party today
on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill like Bernard Getts
My squad flex like Lee Haney, so its best I keeps myself on house
Cause you never know, maybe they might up at 429 Bauchet
Locked away, plus can't keep the boody calls
I'm

Dialed up some micehead to see crackin' tonight
She said she just broke up her man
And since she free like Mnadela, she box of Philly pantellas
Acapells, I game Lou Panella made sure to tell her
Don't no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the tweed
And then you can show me how to do the pepper
Agreeded, we get down like this on a regular, loungin'
Watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, choice of imported smokes
Craps and Celo on the patio for more chips than
Chips like the MGM
Just make sure your 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 want some of your brown sugar while I bump
(Fo'sho) No special holiday, but just being 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 we safely intoxicated, Nonoxol-9 lubricated
questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressing
Like 1st King strippers on nigggas balls like the LA Clippers
The phone rang, my shorty said "What you up to, boo?"
Nothing, chillin' like bruh-man on Martin do
See only I'm tipsy, when my words start slurring
Do I get causght telling lies like 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 than the metrorail but ya'll got to be out by two
I'm getting sleepy and my boo is coming through
So let the front door hit you where Ru Paul might
And asking what's up for tomorrow night