Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, or die", that 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 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 Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch my bread, hey, now me OK

I'm a fool on that Avion, be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya a Swisha
You know my tizight you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, like two blocks
They ain't know when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, 40 says leggo
All my niggas is 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
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a

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 listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, 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
put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK

When L.A. Reid was in office some history up in Def Jam
If Jizzle droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like
Two door is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
Keep that nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read me in the Forbes
a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord

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, is free OK
Mister got two ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of 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 bitch my bread, hey, now me OK

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

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