Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", me OK
Mister whip or not and get a a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, 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 smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you know that's all
Presidential day day, looking two blocks
They ain't 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All glizzock, that 40 says leggo
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my is with it
One call that's all, choppers pay him a
Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for
34 a unit, hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a
Had 'em now gone, guess I'm takin' a trip

2]
When L.A. Reid was in office made some up in Def Jam
If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just drop my album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, 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 door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga
Keep that nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, about me in the Forbes
That's a long way trappin' in that 4-door Accord

3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the
I just want the and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin'
Put you on designer watches, put you on frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the
Had that Murcielago, it was green margaritas
yayo, I sold albums, might as well 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 my mothafuckin' pistol