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, is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah three 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 Avion 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
Approach me if you want to, I will ya like a Swisha
You know my game you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, looking two blocks
ain't know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, 40 says leggo
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my 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 into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a

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When L.A. Reid was in office some history up in Def Jam
If ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
I you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just drop my next album on
I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on
With a brown thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Two Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
Keep street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read about me in the
That's a way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord

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Snow can a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
I want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm bail
Put you on watches, put you on designer frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the
Had that Murcielago, it was green like
Sold yayo, I sold albums, as well sell some tequila
Dropped so Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my pistol