Luyện nghe bài hát P's & Q's

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

1:
I you off a little something
There ain't no reason to be
He sat a cold blunt in hand, other nothing
up my pen, begin
To let my mind bend
Rush with thoughts, bust, discuss how I'm
Cleaning niggas off, you just a pig who need a trough
I chill on the land of the lore
With your sound soft
Beats never off
How you feel? I know you you were reeeaall
Losing you skill, the deal?
caps on you record
Interludes on y'all ain't even seen real steal
Imagine if you kid, getting ill on a record
Making dough, but it's your own still
Now's time to play big nigga
After you how to play the field, rocking the act vigor
in you clutches
Remembering the time you of doing niggas
Spoke the dutches
New style every from Tony Touches
You capitalize on type of shit
Generic in your
No brand the same
But even do it like the orginal Fame
Get ass out the game
Nigga, what!

(Chorus)

Honey! Where do you think you're with my money?
Broke you off week, Yo!
Girl listen funny, you thinking runnin'
On some type shit
But position at present could get your wig split
Baby, what!
I know we cool like because, we known each other for years
And all the we was on the same level
But you turned up the
Not me I a hip-hop MC
On the hand, babee
You of profiling as an acuvision (?)
Last year was a situation
Hanging out with the niggas, when you were in to kick back
Smoking BDs, hash with weed
Denim and fatigues
You were never 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 you're all that
Fly DKNY, Versace panties on ass
But, your son's looking like and tripping up in class
that bullshit, fast!
And quit coming around my begging for cash
That's you task
I heard he 'tacked you up really bad the day
I can hear your seed screaming, running my way
Time to talk to that fool, my sons don't play
Ah, honey, next time you change, stray
You me?

(Chorus)

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