Luyện nghe bài hát P's & Q's

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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