Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, or die", that me OK
Mister or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you listen, game is free OK
got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three 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 fool on that Avion, be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a
You know my game tizight you know that's all
Presidential day day, like two blocks
ain't know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All glizzock, that 40 says leggo
All my niggas is it, all my bitches is with it
One call that's all, pay him a visit
Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for
34 a unit, hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm a trip

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

3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah 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 watches, put you on designer frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you pronounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well some tequila
so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I the Rollie store
it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or shit my mothafuckin' pistol