Luyện nghe bài hát P's & Q's

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

1:
I break you off a something
There no reason to be frontin'
He sat with a cold blunt in hand, other
up my pen, begin
To let my mind bend
Rush thoughts, bust, discuss how I'm finishing
Cleaning niggas off, you just a pig who need a trough
While I on the land of the lore
With your raps soft
never coming off
How you feel? I you thought you were reeeaall
Losing you skill, the deal?
Peeling on you record
Interludes on some y'all ain't seen real steal
Imagine if you will kid, ill on a record
Making dough, but it's own shit still
Now's time to play big nigga
you learn how to play the field, rocking the act vigor
Trigger in you
Remembering the time you of doing niggas
Spoke the dutches
New style every month from Touches
You capitalize on type of shit
in your eyes
No name brand the
But can't even do it like the Fame
Get ass out the game
Nigga, what!

(Chorus)

Honey! Where do you you're going with my money?
Broke you off week, Yo!
Girl listen funny, you thinking you're
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 time we was on the level
But you turned up the
Not me I became a MC
On the hand, babee
You think of profiling as an (?)
Last year was a different
out with the niggas, when you were in need to kick back
Smoking BDs, mixing hash with
Denim and fatigues
You were afraid to put degrees on a nigga who slapped up ya seat
Now chilling with some type Johnny G type of cat
Put you up in the
Now you think you're all
Fly DKNY, panties on your ass
But, your son's looking like crass and tripping up in
that bullshit, fast!
And quit coming around my begging for cash
That's you boyfriend's
I heard he 'tacked you up really bad the day
'Cause I can hear seed screaming, running my way
to talk 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
Better be on P's and Q's
Here's a message from me to you,