Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that 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
got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's 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

1]
I'm a fool on that Avion, be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya a Swisha
You my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, like two blocks
They know 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, pay him a visit
nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a of a flip
Had 'em now gone, guess I'm takin' a trip

2]
When L.A. Reid was in office made history up in Def Jam
If Jizzle droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
I you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
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 Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you 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 in that 4-door Accord

3]
Snow can a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah the jail
You can call me postman, go somewhere without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin'
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 sell tequila
Dropped so Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the store
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know streets missed you
I eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol