Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. 17.5

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

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

Low key, under the radar, triple black 'Vet, I it the stealth
No currency machine, I could count it
Almost done, quarter million in ones
Thunder storm in the tap, look what I've done
Chump change, I make it for fun wussup

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

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, snowman's

You can play my and my clientele, why
I'm addicted to that new car
White in a plastic bag
New shoes on the with the paper tag

Whole flash right before your eyes
See the state and get butterflies
Got a thing for Heckler and Koches
A minute 14 and Rolex

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

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

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

But I still a ***
Put The on, Jim Carey a ***
Swede in the Chevy, got me feelin' awkward
Careful with the sweets, don't my seats

You could live your life and not come close
Guess why these rap *** take notes
Recite my adlibs, borrow my
Make me I hop a ***, them with the toast
Next, they be like me
But in '93, they wasn't stressing like me, wussup

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