Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's OK
Leave up out of with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
re-in' 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

1]
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that
Approach me if you want to, I will ya like a Swisha
You know my tizight you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, looking two blocks
They ain't 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All glizzock, that 40 says leggo
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is 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, a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm a trip

2]
When L.A. Reid was in office made some up in Def Jam
If ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at
Boss shit, might just drop my album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, 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 skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga
Keep street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, about me in the Forbes
That's a way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord

3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, you best believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best I'm makin' bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer
Had you out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was like margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I the Rollie store
it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol