Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Me Too

You we back, right?
Clear the out
Come on with it, ha-ha, Trak

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

Been two years, like I was paddy wagon
The streets was yours, you're cappin' and kazooin'
I was just you'd keep the coke movin'
But I got one question, fuck y'all doin'?
Pyrex stirs turned into furs
The length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs
All my niggas caked up, gray and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in the trunk up
We chase and duck, we only raise the bucks
Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the paper
Chill retardo, South Gallardo
Teals up, go brr like it's Nardo
Women, if you love me, let me know
Tie rags around your neck and the sets we throw
These are the of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans
But the crackers weren't playin' fair at

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, I know, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yeah you too
I know, I know, yeah, you too
Okay, everybody 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 hangin' out the window
you in that G2 or that G3 or G4 like we do
Star Trak, Clipse, Malice, on

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

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