Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's OK
up out of here 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
Never put a before my bread, hey, now me OK

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

2]
When L.A. Reid was in made some history up in Def Jam
If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the is Def Jam?
I know you how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just drop my next album on
I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his
Got some up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing to God she look like Kelly
Two Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it foldin'
First the XXL, read me in the Forbes
a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord

3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe the scale
I want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you believe 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 green like
yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam
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 without my mothafuckin'