Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Used To Say

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It's the T.O.P nikka.. it's the top not the
Yeah Mike Beck Drop beat

Now how you end up in this fucked up (Momma used to say)
Fuking with them momma warned you bout (Take your time young men)
And they ain't cause them nikkas want their money (Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now your hiding in your and you kick them out

Verse I: Sunshine
Betta check who you fooling with, no doubt I'm on some cooler
But my tooler spit, your hoes do a manula spin
I chip em off, ship em off tommorrow
If they don't come back my money by the morning
You know me meng the kid be on it, from dusk till dawn the kid holding
So have my money Homie have my
You Wrong, if you think cross me I'm let it go (Wow)
Not Me I'm a rid em, Im hit em with a 40 cal, the bullet gunna split em
He softer then a talking bout his gunna peel us
When I him nikka hugged me and he told me i'm the realest (you Know)

Now how you end up in this fucked up situation (Momma to say)
Fuking with them boys momma warned you (Take your time young men)
And they ain't playing cause them nikkas want their (Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now your hiding in your house and you them out

Verse II:Mike
Ok I got in my pocket, a honey at the crib
Car on the lawn, I'm out this bitch
You can tell from the way that I walk, Gotta hustle like I'm Green plate to the fork
Put The 8th to door, face taste on the floor
I'm Impatient when I'm racing, stays on the floor
Metal to the jaw
Didn't momma warned you, not them the laws they run up on you
In the honor of my doode I'm gunna blow hammers, hurd them creep while your in cold jammas
Hoes will jam ya', pose as
calm never rush it will expose your handles

Now how you end up in this up situation (Momma used to say)
Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your time men)
And they ain't playing them nikkas want their money (Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now your hiding in your house and you kick out