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 should listen, game is OK
Mister got two whole and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
re-in' up with 'bout 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 fool on that Avion, snow be on liquor
Approach me if you want to, I smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game 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 is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it
One call all, choppers pay him a visit
Real fo' sho', got a fetish 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 made some history up in Def Jam
If ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
I you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look Kelly
Two Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read about me in the
a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord

3]
Snow can a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
I just want the and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me postman, 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 out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green margaritas
yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, I was a Lam ambassador
so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or without my mothafuckin' pistol