Luyện nghe bài hát Marinatin'

We Could marinate, get nice and and stack
(But it's B.Y.O.B.) Bring 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 Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock 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 starting off Coca Cola and Remy
Some of the homeys from L.A. and Carson want to a private party today
Threw on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill like Getts
My squad flex like Lee Haney, so its best I keeps on house arrest
you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429 Bauchet
Locked away, plus can't keep the boody calls
I'm

Dialed up micehead to see what's crackin' tonight
She she just broke up with her man
And she free like Mnadela, she bringina box of Philly pantellas
Acapells, I game Lou Panella made sure to tell her
bring no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the tweed
And you can show me how to do the pepper seed
Agreeded, cause we get down like on a regular, loungin'
Watchin' bootleged tapes, jokes, your choice of imported smokes
Craps and Celo on the patio for more chips than
like the MGM casino
Just make sure homegirl is single, so it's popping
Cause ain't nothing worse than fifth that's cockblocking
And knocking while I"m knocking talking 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 Dolby Pro Logic,
But them streets too much get fools hated
Incarcerated, or
At the house we safely intoxicated, lubricated
Playing questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the undressing
Like 1st King strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the LA
The phone rang, my little shorty "What you up to, boo?"
Nothing, just chillin' like on Martin do
See only when I'm tipsy, when my words slurring
Do I get causght telling lies Mark Furhaman
So I'll call you later drink was low, went to the and pulled out the
XO
The T.U.'s is down for
Let's run more trains than the metrorail but got to be out by two
I'm getting sleepy and plus my boo is coming
So let the front door hit you where Ru Paul probably
And everybody asking what's up for tomorrow