Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Potato Head

I You!
Yes I You!
Mr. I Made You!
I You!
I You!
Mr. Potatohead I You!

Theres no in my back
I show you niggas how I (Move Echo)
50 gangsta
Lloyd Banks ain't
Yayo gangsta
Young Buck, you you ain't gangsta

Look at what you niggas
Ain't a bitch
a monster
Kicked me G-Unit
Put me in
Matter of fact me a dick
Just Olivia so you can suck my shit
a pen
So I can be the hardest in the
Wind me up nigga then some lips
So I can about ya faggot
Niggas aint no
While im at it Young Buck gimme some white gloves
So I can cover my in ya blood
I need a get car you can put it on dubs
Make sure its got a stash for the 38
And a Banks album 'cause thats I got my buds
muscles like 50
Gimme Yayo
Gimme a collection plate for fans
Gimme some glasses so I can Mason dance
Who You singing?
Nigga ya fans
Gimme a tear
some ears so i can hear police talkin when you disappear

I you
I you
I you
I you
Mr. Potato
I you
Yes, I you
Mr. Potato I Made you!
I you
I You!
Mr. Potato Head I you! (You Echo)

Theres no batteries in my
I show you how I move.

Yayo: And I'd like to game 'cause hes mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta!

Rolling Connecticut
In a stolen
Stop at his
I see many men
of fact I dont see any men
One plain clothed cop call him Dan
Officer why ya man tryna up my fans?
me 5 times platinum wasnt part of his plan
Same shit snitch
You how it goes
I smell a rat if you take off my nose
And i bet every in your piggy bank
Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50
Next time the lights go out
I'm pulling a desert eagle when the come out
Watch that man get ta tussling and the run out
Don't gamble with ya when my dice roll out

I you
I you
I you
I you
I you
Mr Head I Made you!
Yes I you
Mr Potato I Made you!
I you!
I You!
Mr Potato Head I you!

no batteries in my back
I you iggas how I move (Move Echo)
50 gangsta
Lloyd Banks aint
Yayo aint
Young Buck you know you gangsta

(Phat Rat talks)
G-G-G-G-G.... NOT!
You bitch ass
Check out man
I'm not gonna be these mother fucking games
Mr. Potato now you wanna be a comedian nigga
This is R-E-A-L nigga!
Real
wall street
Wait
I told you last time
It's THE black street you bitch ass nigga
And Oliv... me OLIVER!
You punk mother
I'm still heat from my niggas
For looking at your mother fuckin' ass
You son
You bitch ass
I'ma catch up to ass nigga
Muscle ass bitch
Thats though nigga

nigga

This is black street nigga
Tell me you at
Thats all we need to know
Cus this is real
This is the streets
Brazil & nigga
In you didn't know nigga
Thats right in the heart of
You ass nigga
And
Get mother fucking lil' ass red
Mother fucking shorts off your mother fucking ass on that
Everybody can you see your bitch
' The fuck is with you
My iggas know I tried to holla at your ass nigga
Ima you up nigga
your fault
50
This is Rat nigga
In case you forgot
Double!

Mr. I Made You!
I kill who is my
I don't give a
If you talk
I make you a follower
You me up kid
stupid
I'm much agile then ever
Got more so yo whatever

(Echoes)