Luyện nghe bài hát Okay

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

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

Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still
Float St. Louis, fake insurance, with no
Nuts are heavy, Peddy tell 'em to let go
'Tics are ready, Law tell 'em I said so
I let go, sixteen out of
And the forty-eight left'll have you keekin for mo'
Women be like "who do think y'all are?"
I'm Mr. up in big trucks, I'm far from a star
Cause I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon'
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, givin it up
I'm like a Michael Jackson concert, a and up
And these are like a comedy, be buggin me up
They treat me like cows, they be pullin my stuff
And to get up outta me more, they be suckin me off

I'm like okay, brought they cars out
Thick broads out, all the out
We ain't been here two minutes, already yellin
"What a gon' 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 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 of my Air Force One's on e'ry trip
And on e'ry I choose those D's to roll
(What them niggas 'round the corner gon' start for?)
When they know, oh, he a stash in the Nav'
Pop a half and take out Ave. on my behalf
My staff love to laugh and count the money
On the couch, hands in our like Al Bundy
I love ganjä, Monday to Monday
And other day a nigga fuckin with gun play
ok, since all the dogs out
All my broads out, doin they the bar out
And we rollin, holdin and blunt rollin
foldin, been in more rings than Hulk Hogan
It's official, Nelly Hummer clean as a
You signed to Fo' Reel, you doin your thug thizzle

I'm okay, niggas 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 gon' do it, can we hop in the Infinite?"

I'm okaaaay