Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Used To Say

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

Now how you end up in this fucked up (Momma used to say)
Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take time young men)
And they playing 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: Tony
check who you fooling with, no doubt I'm on some cooler shit
But my tooler spit, makes your hoes do a manula
I chip em off, ship em off tommorrow
If they come back with my money by the morning
You me meng the kid be on it, from dusk till dawn meng the kid holding
So have my money Homie have my
You Wrong, if you think me I'm gunna 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 pillow talking 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 up situation (Momma used to say)
with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your time young men)
And they ain't playing them nikkas want their money (Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now hiding in your house and you kick them out

II:Mike Beck
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 I walk, Gotta hustle like I'm Russell Green plate to the fork
Put The 8th to your door, face on the floor
I'm Impatient when I'm racing, pedal on the floor
Metal to the jaw
Didn't your warned you, not them the laws they run up on you
In the of my doode I'm gunna blow hammers, hurd them creep while your still in cold jammas
Hoes will jam ya', as canvas
Stay calm never rush it expose your handles

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