Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. 17.5

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

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

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

Snow man, hands up high, it's 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, back to the

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

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

Whole life flash before your eyes
See the state troopers and get
Got a thing for Heckler and Koches
A 14 and Rolex watches

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

Snow man, hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, 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'm a *** man, I stand on my own two
200,000 cash, I'm buying my own
Right to your front door, so sweet
I like little dude who keeps his money so

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

You live your whole life and not come close
Guess that's why rap *** take notes
Recite my adlibs, my quotes
me I hop a ***, serve them with 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 back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the
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