Luyện nghe bài hát Okay

St. Lunatics and we now, we never give up
Swallowin Cris' 'til we up, put your shit up cause now
We navigatin, wood grain, slang, collaboratin
God over satan, no debatin, so I'm
This new life, off the buyin stock
Divin off the in Bangkok, I used to slang rock
And it was so hard, but now the sport a gold card
Bitches goin when the rims hit the boulevard
Hustle hard, the whole glowin
From the T.V.s, diamonds went from to see to 3-d
Double VD, bubble Lex the CD
seaweed, I'm free, hit the slope and ski
DC to France, is too advanced
Wit' plans to cause a trance, stands yellin "romance!"
I never stop comin, gunnin, runnin and
With Cuda spinnin them hun'neds on spinnin and blunted

I'm like okay, niggas brought they out
Thick out, all the stars out
We ain't here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"

I'm like okay, niggas brought they out
Thick out, all the stars out
We ain't been here two minutes, mami already
"What a nigga gon' do it, can we hop in the Infinite?"

deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto
Float St. Louis, fake insurance, no petro
Nuts are heavy, Teddy tell 'em to let go
'Tics are ready, Kevin Law 'em I said so
I let go, sixteen out of
And the forty-eight bars left'll you keekin for mo'
Women be like "who do think y'all are?"
I'm Mr. pull up in big trucks, I'm far a star
I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come
One out of five reasons why hatin on us
Tracks is a gas tank, I fill 'em on up
And my shows is robbery style, they it up
I'm like a Michael concert, a milli' and up
And these are like a comedy, be buggin me up
They women treat me like cows, they be my stuff
And to get up outta me more, they be suckin me off

I'm like okay, brought they cars out
Thick out, all the stars out
We been here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga gon' do it, can we hop in the Infinite?"

I'm okay, niggas brought they cars out
Thick out, all the stars out
We ain't here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"

Now you Mo, I stay equipped with a zip
And the soles of my Air Force on e'ry trip
And on whip I choose those D's to roll
(What them 'round the corner gon' start shit for?)
When know, oh, he keep a stash in the Nav'
Pop a half and take out Ave. on my behalf
My whole love to laugh and count the money
On the couch, hands in our like Al Bundy
I love smoke ganjä, Monday to
And e'ry other day a fuckin with gun play
It's ok, all the dogs out
All my out, doin they bought the bar out
And we rollin, Henny holdin and rollin
Money foldin, been in more rings than Hulk
It's official, Nelly clean as a whistle
You boys signed to Fo' Reel, you doin your thizzle

I'm like okay, niggas brought they out
broads out, all the stars out
We ain't been two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"

I'm like okay, niggas brought cars out
broads out, all the stars out
We ain't been here two minutes, mami yellin
"What a nigga gon' do it, can we hop in the Infinite?"

I'm okaaaay