Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is 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
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 fool on that Avion, snow be on that
Approach me if you want to, I smoke ya like a Swisha
You my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, looking like two
They ain't know 2Pac when he was on Row
All black glizzock, that 40 leggo
All my niggas is it, all my bitches is with it
One call all, choppers pay him a visit
Real nigga fo' sho', got a for dough
34 a unit, hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a
Had 'em now they gone, I'm takin' a trip

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, is free OK
Mister got two ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, me OK
Mister re-in' up with two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch my bread, hey, now me OK

When L.A. Reid was in office made some up in Def Jam
If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, the fuck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at
Boss shit, might just my next album on Atlantic
I really you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is
All white, penthouse, yeah, the one on Belly
a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga
Keep that street nigga paper, band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that Accord

First they ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, 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
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

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