Luyện nghe bài hát Minute Man

Uh, uh, uh, yo
Harlem World gon' me rich
Harlem World take your bitch
World is the place to be
This M-A-Dollar

Yo, up keep it steady
Y'all ain't really ready
Y'all Stase already
And I pushing a Chevy
I ain't even lyin', I even sign
People want my
Yo, what's up that?
See, running out the mouth get your face slapped
me do you like what you see
Is it as could be?
No, ain't writing for me
And I have no to be
Or fake chicks rhyme wit me
Uhh, you ain't my man, you ain't wit me
You ain't certified Harlem World get from me
And my big brother thats why you surround me
You could drop me off the same you found me
'Cause it won't be long before you have to me
If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and flickin'
And men die with chicks, so am I kissin?

I hate the ones that suck no
I hate the who date them dumb chicks
I hate the who wanna get you for your dough
be a o, Be a o on the low

I the ones that don't suck no oh
I hate the who date them dumb chicks
I hate the who wanna get you for your dough
be a oh! Be a oh, on the low

Yo, it's only right that you me tight
Even though we fight, because the be like
the dough be right
You we havin a ball
on cristall and all
Chicks and all
Yo' dealing wit and oil
Ice on the dial and all
But nevertheless, boo there was never a
That stopped me from loving you
I'm hypnotized, girl by hips and thighs
your lips and eyes
Them can slide
tryin' to be all in the mix
Your girlfriend a 6, and holdin' my tip
But boo, there's only for 2
Until I get the for you
You how I do
And you could scoop your crew
And do you wants to do

I hate the that don't suck no
I the ones who date them dumb chicks
I hate the ones who get you for your dough
be a o, Be a o on the low

Naughty, Naughty,
I went cradle to crawlin', to a stroller
Way I was strollin' and hopin when I get
That I be
Kicks to camp with Naught'
A and a yacht
Was all I was hopin to rock
As a young kid and eventually learned
That money was made for
Never to be burned
Why all get this
that 'I murder you face'
I be the youngest nigga pushin' a eight
But to that they gon' taste this
Got some honies to the back so can chase my dick
When I die they'll be a headstone big as a
And a pack of fifty diggin' me up
For the fact, played it
And I'm tryin' to see me, a and six floors
And a week
Got a spouse, throats while I'm tryin' to sleep
Lookin' out for B 4's diamond creek

But you slow money, 'cause better than no money
I only crap out I play with your money
You know Huddy, still sittin' on old
I only wit Mase 'cause he keeps them hoes for me
Kick a little bit, but yo I'm no
Your girl me, so you keeping your girl from me
And tellin' lies, gettin caught in rides
Wit different guys, different in different pops, what

I hate the ones don't suck no
I hate the ones who date dumb chicks
I hate the ones who get you for your dough
be a o, Be a o on the low