Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. 17.5

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New on the range rover, good one man
Mother*** acting like I supposed to shine
I the one, definitely not the two
One in the when we're aiming at you

The young Bob Barker, the is right
If you C.O.D. then you could get tonight
Put the fish on the scale
If Roy went postal, all he do is mail

Low key, under the radar, black 'Vet, I call it the stealth
No currency machine, I count it myself
done, another quarter million in ones
Thunder storm in the body tap, look what done
Chump change, I it rain for fun wussup

Snow man, getcha up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, getcha hands up high, ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the

I get bars out of the back of my mind
I reminisce like J
in the drought, the boy kept that yay
A hundred percent served, word

You can my thug and my clientele, why
I'm to that new car smell
White cookies in a bag
New on the coupe with the paper tag

Whole life right before your eyes
See the state troopers and get
Got a thing for them Heckler and
A minute 14 and watches

Somewhere in the back of my deranged brain
I get a rush I tote that 'cane
Get money, *** *** them
All we fear is the discovery and papers, wussup

Snow man, getcha hands up high, ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots

I'm a grown *** man, I on my own two
200,000 cash, I'm my own team
to your front door, operation so sweet
I like little dude who his money so neat

But I bury a ***
Put The Mask on, Jim a ***
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me awkward
Careful with the sweets, don't burn my

You could live whole life and not come close
Guess that's why these rap *** notes
my adlibs, borrow my quotes
Make me I hop a ***, them with the toast
Next, be dressing like me
But back in '93, wasn't stressing like me, wussup

Snow man, getcha up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, getcha hands up high, ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the