Luyện nghe bài hát My Man

[Intro: Rick
Creepin the block, Im looking for my man
Niggas wanna do me, heard Im the man
Niggas selling work, thats for benefits
Early worm, Im talking and grits

[Verse 1: Rick
On the corner, drinking out a jug of
Im not a rapper nigga, Is a renegade
I put the slider in the backseat of them rental
We throwin in the club like we the NBA
I got some hos and them bitches down to a fade
I got some Zos and niggas movin two-a-day

Creepin through the block, Im for my man
wanna do me, they heard Im the man
Niggas selling work, for them benefits
worm, Im talking shrimp and grits
Creepin the block, Im looking for my man
wanna do me, they heard Im the man
Niggas selling work, thats for them
worm, Im talking shrimp and grits

[Verse 2: Rick
Im cars with my nigga, do that twice a day
We livin large, knowing one day we may away
My nigga started having seizures when he caught his
Then he caught his bitch cheatin, on fathers day
Its a dirty game and sometimes wash your face
Haters eatin all got to see
Bang, where he lay at bitches, where he stay
It make no if you call them people right away
Creepin the block, Im looking for my man
Tryin to show you how they do head for twenty grand
Youre throwin signs where Im from that shits irrelevant
For presidents a bitch will get

[Verse 3: Meek
I say creepin through the Im looking for my man
He just home, he did a dime, and he didnt take the stand
on my nigga, give him fifty
off the jet, straight to my hood, and put it in his hand, word up
These niggas aint bout life
stones when I rock ice
Baking soda I rock that white
Im counting racks when pie hit ice
Got the low, I cant top that
But I bet tell you that rock hit right
No rap or hip hop tonight, just white boy and her rock
Rollie all my niggas
If I heard him telling, I see him I expose him
Richest round here
When they they say Im chosen
Mac-11, fully loaded, a nigga out whoa!

[Verse 4: Fresh]
Rockie in this bitch, some great news
I made you a lot but I dont rock truce
I a bitch dope dick and some dope shoes
She know if she with the team, then she cant lose
MG do it for the family
Drivin through the Chi, top back like its
I need a billion dollars and 9 Grammys
And my flow heating up, I make these think they tanin
I know the hustle, so, who you think you scammin
And if a nigga would, then my team campin
we heat em up, then we burn aloud
Got these niggas hatin, but I bet my momma
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