Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, or die", that me OK
whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is OK
Mister got two ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a before my bread, hey, now me OK

I'm a on that Avion, snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, looking like two
They ain't know 2Pac when he was on Row
All glizzock, that 40 says leggo
All my is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it
One call that's all, pay him a visit
Real fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, hundred, an O
'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, me OK
if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, me OK
re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that to the head, hey, but me OK
put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK

When L.A. Reid was in office made history up in Def Jam
If Jizzle droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how boy bossed up at Atlantic
shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, and his Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', you know a nigga totin'
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it foldin'
First the XXL, about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from in that 4-door Accord

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, me OK
Mister if I'm you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK

Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah the jail
You can call me postman, don't go no where without mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin'
Put you on watches, put you on designer frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the
Had that Murcielago, it was like margaritas
Sold yayo, I albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I the Rollie store
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my pistol

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", me OK
Mister or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is OK
Mister got two ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch my bread, hey, now me OK