Luyện nghe bài hát Marinatin'

We marinate, get nice and and stack riches
(But B.Y.O.B.) Bring your own bud, brew, and bitches
no set trippin', actin' 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 they at my for?
Oh! My peep's got a half gallon, smilin'
My talons ten one empty round from putting it down
But now, my day is starting off Coca and Remy Martin
Some of the from L.A. and Carson want to throw a private party today
Threw on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to like Bernard Getts
My squad like Lee Haney, so its best I keeps myself on house arrest
Cause you never know, maybe they wind up at 429 Bauchet
away, plus can't keep the boody calls waiting
I'm

Dialed up some micehead to see what's crackin'
She said she just broke up her man
And she free like Mnadela, she bringina box of Philly pantellas
Acapells, I game like Lou Panella made to tell her
Don't bring no fellas, cherral, you can braid the tweed
And then you can show me how to do the pepper
Agreeded, cause we get down this on a regular, loungin'
Watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of smokes
and Celo on the patio for more chips than Bingo
Chips the MGM casino
Just sure your homegirl is single, so it's popping
ain't nothing worse than 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 sometiems just being alive is a for

So we

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