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 talkin' you should listen, game is OK
Mister got two ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that to the head, hey, but me OK
put a bitch 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 know my game tizight you know that's all
Presidential day day, looking like two
They know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, 40 says leggo
All my is 'bout it, all my bitches 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 into zips, that's a hell of a flip
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, the fuck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy up at Atlantic
shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So 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 door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga
Keep that street nigga paper, band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read 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 mansions and the riches, yeah the jail
You can call me postman, 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, payin' for, you pronounce the name
Had Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas I owned the Rollie store
it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or without my mothafuckin' pistol