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 you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah three OK
Leave up out of here 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
Never put a before my bread, hey, now me OK

I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will ya like a Swisha
You know my game you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, looking two blocks
They know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says
All my is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it
One call that's all, choppers pay him a
Real nigga fo' sho', got a for dough
34 a unit, hundred, an O
'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, I'm takin' a trip

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

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

First tell ya "Motherfucker, trap 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 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
put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK

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

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 you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two ones, yeah that's three OK
up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister up with 'bout 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