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, game is OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah 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 that to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a before 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 will smoke ya like a
You know my game tizight you that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, looking like two
They ain't know 2Pac he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is it
One call that's all, choppers pay him a
Real fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, I'm takin' a trip

2]
When L.A. was in office made some history up in Def Jam
If Jizzle droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just drop my next album on
I really hope you ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Got shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like
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 trappin' in 4-door Accord

3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the
You can call me postman, don't go without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer
Had you out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name
Had Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as sell some tequila
Dropped so Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned 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