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 ain't the one, not the two
One in the chamber 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, black 'Vet, I call it the stealth
No currency machine, I could count it
Almost done, another million in ones
Thunder storm in the body tap, what I've done
Chump change, I make it rain for fun

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
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 get them out of the back of my mind
I reminisce Mary J
Even in the drought, the boy kept yay
A hundred served, snowman's word

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

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

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

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 back to the block, back to the kitchen, to the pots

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

But I bury a ***
Put The Mask on, Jim a ***
Swede in the Chevy, got me feelin' awkward
Careful with the sweets, burn my seats

You could live your life and not come close
Guess that's why rap *** take notes
Recite my adlibs, my quotes
Make me I hop a ***, serve them the toast
Next, they be dressing me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me,

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