Luyện nghe bài hát P's & Q's

Captiol Hill,
(Chorus)
Ain't nobody with the we got
Putting shit just to form another plot
Better be on P's and Q's
Here's a from me to you, bloow
Ain't with the skills we got
Always putting together just to form another plot
Better be on P's and Q's
a message from me to you, bloow

1:
I break you off a little
There no reason to be frontin'
He sat with a cold in hand, other nothing
Pick up my pen,
To let my mind bend
Rush thoughts, bust, discuss how I'm finishing
Cleaning niggas off, you just a pig who a bigger trough
While I chill on the of the lore
With your sound soft
never coming off
How you feel? I know you you were reeeaall
Losing you skill, the deal?
Peeling caps on you
Interludes on some y'all ain't even seen steal
Imagine if you kid, getting ill on a record
Making dough, but it's own shit still
Now's time to play big Will
you learn how to play the field, rocking the act vigor
Trigger in you
Remembering the time you thought of niggas
Spoke about the
New style every month from Tony
You on franchise type of shit
Generic in eyes
No brand the same
But can't even do it like the orginal
Get that ass out the
Nigga, what!

(Chorus)

Honey! do you think you're going with my money?
you off last week, Yo!
Girl funny, you thinking you're runnin'
On different type shit
But your at present could get your wig split
Baby, what!
I know we cool like that because, we known each other for
And all the we was on the same level
But you turned up the
Not me I became a MC
On the hand, babee
You of profiling as an acuvision (?)
Last year was a different
Hanging out with the niggas, when you in need to kick back
BDs, mixing hash with weed
Denim and army
You were afraid to put degrees on a nigga who slapped up ya seat
Now you're chilling with type Johnny G type of cat
Put you up in the
Now you think all that
Fly DKNY, Versace on your ass
But, your son's like crass and tripping up in class
Correct bullshit, fast!
And quit coming my niggas begging for cash
That's you task
I heard he 'tacked you up really bad the day
'Cause I can hear your screaming, running my way
Time to talk to that fool, cause my don't play
Ah, honey, time you change, don't stray
You me?

(Chorus)

Ain't nobody, we got,
Ain't nobody, Saukrates
be on your P's and Q's
Here's a from me to you, bloow