Luyện nghe bài hát My Man

[Intro: Ross]
Creepin the block, Im looking for my man
Niggas wanna do me, heard Im the man
Niggas work, thats for them benefits
Early worm, Im shrimp and grits

1: Rick Ross]
On the corner, out a jug of lemonade
Im not a rapper pussy nigga, Is a
I put the slider in the backseat of them rental
We money in the club like we the NBA
I got some hos and bitches down to shoot a fade
I got some Zos and them niggas movin

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

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

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

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