Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First tell ya "Motherfucker, trap 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
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 up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a before my bread, hey, now me OK

1]
I'm a fool on Avion, snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a
You my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, looking two blocks
They ain't know when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 leggo
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my is with it
One that's all, choppers pay him a visit
Real 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 gone, guess I'm takin' a trip

2]
When L.A. Reid was in office some history up in Def Jam
If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the is Def Jam?
I know you heard how boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just drop my next album on
I hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy 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', you know a nigga totin'
Keep street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read 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 want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go somewhere some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best I'm makin' bail
Put you on watches, put you on designer frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't the name
Had that Murcielago, it was like margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, as well sell some tequila
so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I the Rollie store
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my pistol