Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Me Too

You we back, right?
the streets out
Come on with it, ha-ha, Star

is haters, I'm doin' deals like the majors
Ice Cream sneakers, I signed my first
So you can pay three and buy yourself some
Bulletproof t-shirts because they hate us
Do like Snoop say step your up
Double-decker nigga, Meditterane up
action cuts, tuck your chain up
Liberace fingers, niggas hit up
Just last week, I was out in
Me and hoppin' off the plane, both us laughin'
A week that, I was out in Italy
Italian heart throbs not get rid of me
Up in crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me Enzo
I know what your thinkin' me too
everybody meet Mr. Me Too

Been two years, like I was paddy cruisin'
The streets was yours, you're dunce and kazooin'
I was just assumin' you'd keep the movin'
But I got one question, fuck been doin'?
Pyrex stirs into Cavalli furs
The length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs
All my niggas caked up, sellin' and beige dust
Had that money or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't and duck, we only raise the bucks
Peel money rolls our thumbs get the paper cuts
Chill retardo, South Gallardo
Teals started up, go brr like Nardo
Women, if you love me, please let me
Tie rags around your neck and learn the we throw
These are the of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans
But the crackers playin' fair at Jive

I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yeah you too
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay, meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yeap you too
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay, meet Mr. Me Too

I know you thinkin' why I call you Me Too?
Cause everythin' I say, I got you me too
I say I got a Benz, so you me too
You hangin' out the so they can see you
But you ain't hangin' out the
When you in that G2 or that G3 or G4 we do
Trak, Clipse, Malice, come on

Wanna know the time? clock us
Niggas bite the style from the to the watches
We cloud hoppers, suits like we mobsters
Break down keys into dimes and sell them Gobstoppers
Who gon' us
Not a one of you
with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers
Ivory white, yeah that's the same
Of the Azure nigga, best it's the Mulliner
Take no prisoners, rap niggas are
Choke on your own just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corks, kicks by sports and
Keep my hoes in Pucc' and Jourdan
Cop it, chrome it, touch-screen
on the floor, make you hot, don't it?
You don't wanna what the fuck I spent on it
Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the

I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yeap you too
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay, everybody Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yeah you too
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay, everybody Mr. Me Too