Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they ya "Motherfucker, trap 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, yeah three OK
Leave up out of here 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

1]
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya a Swisha
You know my game tizight you know all tizzop
Presidential day day, looking like two
They ain't know 2Pac he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 leggo
All my niggas is it, all my bitches is with it
One that's all, choppers pay him a visit
Real nigga fo' sho', got a for dough
34 a unit, hundred, an O
Break 'em into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a

2]
When L.A. Reid was in office made 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 really 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
a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga
Keep that street nigga paper, band it, it ain't foldin'
the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door

3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you believe without the scale
I just the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin'
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't 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 the Rollie store
Snow it's a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin'