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 Drop that beat

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

Verse I: Sunshine
Betta check who you fooling with, no I'm on some cooler shit
But my tooler spit, makes your hoes do a spin
Shit I em off, ship em off tommorrow
If they don't back with my money by the morning
You know me meng the kid be on it, from dusk till dawn meng the kid
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 talking bout his gunna peel us
When I seen him nikka me and he told me i'm the realest (you Know)

Now how you end up in this fucked up (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 hiding in your house and you kick them out

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

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