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 ones and two half ones, yeah that's 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 Avion 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 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 black glizzock, 40 says leggo
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is it
One call that's all, choppers pay him a
nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm a trip

2]
When L.A. Reid was in office made some up in Def Jam
If Jizzle droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, 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 brown skin thing to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', you know a nigga totin'
Keep that street paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read about me in the
That's a long way from in that 4-door Accord

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