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
if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, me OK
Mister re-in' up with two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch my bread, hey, now me OK

1]
I'm a on that Avion, snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will ya like a Swisha
You my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
day day, looking like two blocks
They ain't 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 leggo
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is it
One call all, choppers pay him a visit
Real nigga fo' sho', got a for dough
34 a unit, hundred, an O
'em down 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 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
shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, 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
With a brown skin thing swear to God she like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you a nigga totin'
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't
First the XXL, about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that 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 me postman, don't go somewhere 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 cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the
Had that Murcielago, it was like margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some
Dropped so many Lambos, I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I the Rollie store
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my pistol