Luyện nghe bài hát P's & Q's

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

1:
I break you off a something
There ain't no to be frontin'
He sat with a cold blunt in hand, nothing
Pick up my pen,
To let my bend again
Rush thoughts, bust, discuss how I'm finishing
Cleaning niggas off, you a pig who need a bigger trough
While I chill on the of the lore
With your raps sound
Beats coming off
How you feel? I you thought you were reeeaall
Losing you skill, what's the
caps on you record
Interludes on some y'all even seen real steal
Imagine if you kid, getting ill on a record
Making dough, but your 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 thought of niggas
Spoke about the
New style every from Tony Touches
You capitalize on franchise type of
in your 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 think going with my money?
Broke you off week, Yo!
listen 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 that because, we known 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 other hand,
You think of profiling as an (?)
year was a different situation
Hanging out the niggas, when you were in need to kick back
Smoking BDs, mixing hash weed
and army fatigues
You were afraid to put degrees on a nigga who slapped up ya seat
Now you're chilling with some type Johnny G of cat
Put you up in the
Now you you're all that
Fly DKNY, panties on your ass
But, your son's looking like crass and tripping up in
Correct bullshit, fast!
And quit coming around my niggas begging for
you boyfriend's task
I he 'tacked you up really bad the other day
'Cause I can your 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)

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