Luyện nghe bài hát Marinatin'

We Could marinate, get nice and and 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 Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the door
But why they at my for?
Oh! My peep's they got a half gallon,
My talons totalled ten one empty round from putting it
But now, my day is starting off Coca Cola and Martin
Some of the homeys from L.A. and 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 know, maybe they might wind up at 429 Bauchet
Locked away, plus keep the boody calls waiting
I'm

Dialed up some micehead to see what's tonight
She she just broke up with her man
And since she free Mnadela, she bringina box of Philly pantellas
Acapells, I game like Lou Panella sure to tell her
Don't no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the tweed
And then you can me how to do the pepper seed
Agreeded, cause we get like this 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 homegirl is single, so popping
Cause ain't nothing worse than fifth wheels cockblocking
And knocking while I"m knocking talking about she to go
I want some of your sugar while I bump D'Angelo
(Fo'sho) No special holiday, but sometiems just alive is a reason for

So we

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I get like Dolby Pro Logic,
But running them streets too much get fools
Incarcerated, or
At the house we safely intoxicated, Nonoxol-9
Playing questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the undressing
Like 1st strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the LA Clippers
The phone rang, my little said "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 causght telling lies like Mark
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 trains than the metrorail but got to be out by two
I'm getting sleepy and my boo is coming through
So let the front door hit you Ru Paul probably might
And asking what's up for tomorrow night