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 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
put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK

1]
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on liquor
me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you that's all tizzop
day day, looking like two blocks
They know 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 that's all, choppers pay him a
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, the fuck 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 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 like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it foldin'
First the XXL, about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that Accord

3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the
I want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you believe I'm makin' bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on frames
Had you cashin' out, for, you can't pronounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, 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 been a while, yeah you know streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or without my mothafuckin' pistol