Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that 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 ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
up out of here 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
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 my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
day day, looking like two blocks
They ain't know when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 leggo
All my niggas is it, all my bitches is with it
One call that's all, choppers pay him a
Real fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm a trip

2]
When L.A. Reid was in office made history 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, might drop my next album on Atlantic
I really 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, the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a totin'
Keep that 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 believe without the scale
I just want the and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without mail
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, payin' for, you can't pronounce the
Had that Murcielago, it was green margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell tequila
Dropped so Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas I owned the Rollie store
Snow it's a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or without my mothafuckin' pistol