Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they 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 should listen, is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, that's 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 Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK

1]
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that
me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you know all tizzop
day day, looking like two blocks
They know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says
All my is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it
One call that's all, pay him a visit
Real 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, guess I'm takin' a

2]
When L.A. was in office made some history up in Def Jam
If ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just drop my next album on
I really you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', you know a nigga totin'
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't
the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
That's a long way 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 somewhere without mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you pronounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green margaritas
Sold yayo, I albums, might as well sell some tequila
so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, thought I owned the Rollie store
Snow it's a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or without my mothafuckin' pistol