Luyện nghe bài hát Marinatin'

We Could marinate, get and and stack riches
(But it's B.Y.O.B.) your own bud, brew, and bitches
Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and don't steal, for
(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 they got a half gallon, smilin'
My talons totalled ten one empty round from putting it
But now, my day is starting off Coca and Remy Martin
of the homeys 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 flex Lee Haney, so its best I keeps myself on house arrest
Cause you never know, they might wind up at 429 Bauchet
Locked away, plus can't keep the boody calls
I'm

Dialed up some micehead to see what's crackin'
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 bring no fellas, cherral, you can braid the tweed
And then you can show me how to do the seed
Agreeded, cause we get down like this on a regular,
Watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported
Craps and Celo on the for more chips than Bingo
like the MGM casino
Just make sure your homegirl is single, so it's
ain't nothing worse than 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 just being alive is a for

So we

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