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 at my door for?
Oh! My peep's got a half gallon, smilin'
My talons totalled ten one empty from putting it down
But now, my day is starting off Coca Cola and Martin
Some of the homeys L.A. and Carson want to throw 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 myself on house
Cause you never know, maybe they might 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 she just broke up with her man
And since she free like Mnadela, she bringina box of pantellas
Acapells, I like Lou Panella made sure to tell her
Don't bring no fellas, cherral, girl you can the tweed
And then you can me how to do the pepper seed
Agreeded, cause we get down like on a regular, loungin'
Watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported
Craps and Celo on the patio for chips than Bingo
Chips the MGM casino
Just make sure homegirl is single, so it's popping
ain't nothing worse than fifth wheels that's cockblocking
And while I"m knocking talking about she ret' to go
I some of your brown sugar while I bump D'Angelo
(Fo'sho) No holiday, but sometiems just being alive is a reason for

So we

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I get like Dolby Pro Logic,
But running them too much get fools hated
Incarcerated, or
At the house we safely intoxicated, Nonoxol-9
questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressing
Like 1st King bouncin' on nigggas balls like the LA Clippers
The rang, my little shorty said "What you up to, boo?"
Nothing, just like bruh-man 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 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 plus my boo is coming
So let the front door hit you where Ru Paul might
And asking what's up for tomorrow night