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 me to you, bloow
Ain't with 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 little
There ain't no reason to be
He sat with a blunt in hand, other nothing
up my pen, begin
To let my bend again
Rush with thoughts, bust, discuss how I'm
Cleaning niggas off, you a pig who need a bigger trough
While I chill on the land of the
your raps sound soft
Beats never off
How you feel? I you thought you were reeeaall
Losing you skill, what's the
Peeling caps on you
Interludes on some y'all ain't seen real steal
Imagine if you will kid, getting ill on a
dough, but it's your own shit still
Now's time to big Will nigga
you learn how to play the field, rocking the act vigor
Trigger in you
Remembering the time you thought of doing
Spoke the dutches
New style every from Tony Touches
You capitalize on franchise type of
Generic in eyes
No name brand the
But can't even do it like the orginal
Get that ass out the
Nigga, what!

(Chorus)

Honey! Where do you think going with my money?
Broke you off week, Yo!
Girl funny, you thinking you're runnin'
On some different shit
But your position at present could get wig split
Baby, what!
I know we cool like that because, we known other for years
And all the time we was on the same
But you up the treble
Not me I became a MC
On the other hand,
You of profiling as an acuvision (?)
year was a different situation
Hanging out with the niggas, you were in need to kick back
Smoking BDs, mixing hash weed
Denim and army
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 you're all that
Fly DKNY, Versace on your ass
But, your son's looking like crass and up in class
Correct bullshit, fast!
And quit coming my niggas begging for cash
you boyfriend's task
I heard he 'tacked you up bad the other day
'Cause I can hear your seed screaming, my way
Time to talk to that fool, cause my sons don't
Ah, honey, next time you change, stray
You me?

(Chorus)

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