Luyện nghe bài hát P's & Q's

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

1:
I you off a little something
There ain't no reason to be
He sat with a blunt in hand, other nothing
up my pen, begin
To let my mind again
Rush thoughts, bust, discuss how I'm finishing
Cleaning niggas off, you just a pig who need a trough
While I chill on the of the lore
your raps sound soft
Beats coming off
How you feel? I know you thought you were
Losing you skill, the deal?
Peeling caps on you
Interludes on some y'all ain't even seen real
Imagine if you will kid, getting ill on a
dough, but it's your own shit still
Now's time to big Will nigga
After you learn how to play the field, rocking the act
Trigger in you
Remembering the time you thought of niggas
Spoke about the
New style every month from Tony
You capitalize on type of shit
Generic in eyes
No brand the same
But can't even do it like the Fame
Get that ass out the
Nigga, what!

(Chorus)

Honey! Where do you you're going with my money?
Broke you off week, Yo!
listen funny, you thinking you're runnin'
On different type shit
But your at present could get your wig split
Baby, what!
I know we like that 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 other hand,
You of profiling as an acuvision (?)
Last year was a different
Hanging out the niggas, when you were in need to kick back
Smoking BDs, mixing with weed
Denim and fatigues
You were never afraid to put degrees on a nigga who up ya seat
Now you're with some type Johnny G type of cat
Put you up in the
Now you think all that
Fly DKNY, Versace panties on ass
But, your son's looking like crass and tripping up in
Correct bullshit, fast!
And quit coming my niggas begging for cash
That's you boyfriend's
I heard he you up really bad the other day
'Cause I can hear your seed screaming, my way
to talk to that fool, cause my sons don't play
Ah, honey, time you change, don't stray
You me?

(Chorus)

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