Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. 17.5

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

The young Bob Barker, the price is
If you C.O.D. you could get them 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 machine, I could count it myself
Almost done, another quarter 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 back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the
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 out of the back 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 new car smell
White in a plastic bag
New shoes on the coupe the paper tag

Whole life flash right before your
See the troopers and get butterflies
Got a for them Heckler and Koches
A minute 14 and Rolex

Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged
I get a rush I tote that 'cane
Get money, *** *** haters
All we fear is the and Inditement 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, 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 grown *** man, I on my own two
200,000 cash, I'm buying my own
Right to front door, operation so sweet
I little dude who keeps his money so neat

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

You could live your whole life and not come
Guess why these rap *** take notes
my adlibs, borrow my quotes
Make me I hop a ***, them with the toast
Next, they be dressing me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing 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, back to the
Snow man, getcha hands up high, ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots