Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's OK
up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that 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
me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you know that's all
Presidential day day, looking two blocks
They know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, 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, 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, what the is Def Jam?
I know you how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might drop my next album on Atlantic
I hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on
With a skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Two door is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't
First the XXL, read me in the Forbes
That's a long way trappin' in that 4-door Accord

3]
Snow can a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm 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 like
yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie
Snow it's been a while, yeah you them streets missed you
I eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol