Luyện nghe bài hát Marinatin'

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

1:
I up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the door
But why they at my for?
Oh! My they got a half gallon, smilin'
My talons totalled ten one round from putting it down
But now, my day is starting off Coca Cola and Martin
of the homeys from L.A. and Carson want to throw a private party today
Threw on some Gautier and my Rolex dressed to kill like Bernard Getts
My squad flex like Lee Haney, so its best I keeps on house arrest
Cause you know, maybe they might wind up at 429 Bauchet
Locked away, plus can't keep the boody waiting
I'm

Dialed up some micehead to see what's tonight
She said she just up with her man
And since she free like Mnadela, she box of Philly pantellas
Acapells, I like Lou Panella made sure to tell her
Don't bring no fellas, cherral, 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'
bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported smokes
Craps and Celo on the patio for more than Bingo
Chips like the MGM
Just make sure your is single, so it's popping
Cause ain't nothing worse fifth wheels 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 sometiems being alive is a reason for

So we

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I get like Dolby Pro Logic,
But running them streets too much get hated
Incarcerated, or
At the house we safely intoxicated, Nonoxol-9
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 little shorty "What you up to, boo?"
Nothing, just like bruh-man on Martin do
See only when I'm tipsy, when my start slurring
Do I get telling lies like Mark Furhaman
So I'll you later drink was low, went to the stash and pulled out the
XO
The T.U.'s is down for
Let's run trains 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 door hit you where Ru Paul probably might
And everybody asking what's up for night