Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, 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 and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister 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

I'm a on that Avion, snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a
You know my game you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, like two blocks
They ain't 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All glizzock, that 40 says leggo
All my is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it
One call that's all, choppers pay him a
nigga 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 gone, guess I'm takin' a trip

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 you should listen, game 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 '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

When L.A. was in office made some history up in Def Jam
If ain't 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 shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is
All white, penthouse, yeah, the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you a nigga totin'
Keep street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read about me in the
That's a way from trappin' 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
if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free 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 '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

Snow can a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
I just the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go no 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 cashin' out, payin' for, you can't the name
Had that Murcielago, it was like margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store
Snow it's been a while, 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 talkin' you listen, game 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 '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