Luyện nghe bài hát My Name

This a nitty
Hey Yea Say nitty lets gon on and em back one time
(La la la la, la la la)
We just give em what want you know
(la la la la, la la la la, go back way back go go back)
cuz aint nobody cuz cant nobody do it like you know
a nitty beat

Uhh playin sonic on
I can you back to the motorola pager (way back)
Out of like craig on Friday (Friday)
But I get paid everydays Friday
Brand new louie's brand new
And I aint got a job tommy off maury
But me and be off in the studio recordin
And I tracks like young Jeff Gordon
NASCAR.... And Yea I like beat
So I be getting off like boy feet (tryna dance)
Getting chose like why me
Cuz I'm in the bed I'm Muhammad Ali
that once, beat that twice, by the third time ya pussy prolly need ice
Ima young wit a old man say
I can ya back to ya very first bike

Ha yeaaa lil mama say what, (say what) all I say is wassup
She know my name, errbody in the club they know my
And they all love cuz they know my
go way back (4x)
go go go way back go go go back way back
(La la la la, la la la la)

Yea boy I take it back this
Like will smith and a fresh fit
Today Sunday the close at six
It's five thirty gotta move quick
But I aint trippin ima still get chose
If I didn't have arms I could still hoes (yea buddy)
Cuz im fly you heard I rock
I could pull a chick butt naked in some
I'm tho'ed off run me hot
Cuz my glock pop like champagne
Boom pow like the black eyed peas
Get a strip tease by a Chinese girl
And im steady
six figure check got my bank pendin
like thirty seven (thirty seven), thirty eight (thirty eight) im the zone forty five forty mike epps tone

I like a that thick off cabbage (I like that)
I like that can grind on a mattress (I like that)
I a chick with a real big ass, but I rather have chick that can file my taxes (oh yea)
So dear ms secretary chick lemme be ya boss and you forever rich
Watch so icy and heavy on my wrist
Got me feelin Denver when its February sixth (so cold)
Prime click we like a rubber band
That's to pop and yea we runnin in
Old school all the og's
I can ya back make ya wanna do the runnin man
Mc thats throw back, country grammer I know that
I'm gone like a woman she fed up
I can take it back like a Glover edge up (way back)