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 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 scale on the scale
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 count it myself
Almost done, another million in ones
Thunder storm in the body tap, look what done
Chump change, I make it rain for fun

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
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

I get bars out of the back of my mind
I like Mary J
in the drought, the boy kept that yay
A percent 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 with the tag

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

Somewhere in the back of my deranged brain
I get a rush when I tote that
Get money, *** *** haters
All we fear is the and Inditement papers, wussup

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
Snow man, getcha hands up high, 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 my own team
Right to your door, operation so sweet
I little dude who keeps his money so neat

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

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

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