Luyện nghe bài hát Minute Man

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

Yo, up keep it steady
Y'all chicks ain't ready
Y'all sweating already
And I pushing a Chevy
I ain't even lyin', I even sign
People want my
Yo, up with that?
See, out the mouth gon' get your face slapped
Tell me do you what you see
Is it tight as be?
No, Mase writing for me
And I no desire to be
Or have fake chicks wit me
Uhh, you my man, you ain't down wit me
You ain't certified Harlem get from 'round me
And my big brother thats why you surround me
You could drop me off the place you found me
it won't be long before you have to crown 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 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

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

Yo, it's right that you hold me tight
Even we fight, because the dough be like
When the be right
You we havin a ball
Sippin on and all
Chicks and all
Yo' dealing wit and oil
Ice on the dial and all
But nevertheless, boo there was a test
That me from loving you best
I'm hypnotized, girl by your hips and
Definitely your and eyes
chicks can slide
They to be all in the mix
Your ballin' a 6, and holdin' my tip
But boo, there's room for 2
Until I get the for you
You how I do
And then you scoop your crew
And do what you to do

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

Naughty, Naughty,
I from cradle to crawlin', to a stroller
Way I was strollin' and when I get older
That I be
Kicks to floatin' with Naught'
A boat and a
Was all I was hopin to rock
As a young kid stacked and eventually
That money was made for
meant to be burned
Why all get this
Using that 'I murder you
I be the youngest pushin' a convertible eight
But thought to that gon' taste this
Got honies to the back so they can chase my dick
When I die be a headstone big as a dick
And a pack of fifty redbones me up
For the fact, played it
And I'm tryin' to see me, a house and six
And a week
Got a spouse, deep throats while I'm tryin' to
Lookin' out for B 4's diamond creek

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

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