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
Leave up out of here 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

I'm a fool on Avion, snow be on that 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 like two
They know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, 40 says leggo
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my is with it
One call that's all, pay him a visit
nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a

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 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 re-in' up '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

When L.A. Reid was in office made history up in Def Jam
If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, the fuck is Def Jam?
I you heard 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 shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look Kelly
Two Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read about me in the
That's a long way from trappin' in that Accord

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 whole ones and two half ones, 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

Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah the jail
You can call me postman, don't go no where some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you believe 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 that Murcielago, it was green like
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well some tequila
so many Lambos, thought 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 without my mothafuckin' pistol

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, 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 up with '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