Luyện nghe bài hát Phonetime

Son, I zone, my gun is never on
I copped the new Jordan's, the ones wit' skate key
(Me, I'm chillin' Pop, serving my time)
(Got my greens on, these faggots ain't a shine)
And yeah, while I'm home you like abroad
I heard those crackers dissed you, you at the board
(When twenty-four, did the same to Norman and Lord)
(Heard you cop the GS, my nigga you scored)

Yea, it's nuthin' I'm gettin' bread
Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me
(You's a nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard)
(He said holla, when you chance, scribe the God)
Tell Kai I what up, and his sister is grown
I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with
(The day I come home, I a mink and a brand new Mac)
(A few offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack)

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin' it
(I'm in jail iron, son, and readin' books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come soon)
I just up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(My little dun gangstas, in blood beef with the Kings)
(You Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit' in Queens)
And dat's my dun too, so I'ma out now
And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the
(On the other side of things, I'm to get released)
(Around my born day, but a keep in beef wit' da beast)
Fuck the police 'cuz all of dem niggas is
Don't lose C.R., son, you'll get your open date

(Dun, I'ma see ya regardless 'cuz I got two felony charges)
And you know your appeal is
(You're my dog, dun)
And we gon' keep tight
I keep your commisary phat, I'ma keep you
(I got the stashed in a coffee carton and kicks)
(Good for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks)
And you gotta thank me, real niggas do real things
I keep hoes, they really do ill things

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin' it
(I'm in jail iron, son, and readin' books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's hooks
(I'm in the in the cypha, just smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just new kicks
(I hit the law library, to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa
And guess what? I made you producer
Some extra G's, so you come home you breathe
(They believe to see me come home to a V)
(Pigs me, want autographs for they seeds)
(I gotta C.O. thinkin' that we fuck when I leave)
Yo, nigga think about this money, them hoes
We gonna throw a weed out, at one the shows

Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get
Capone home, niggas still diggin our
(Shit is foul, how these tryin' to keep me confined?)
(I gotta last week and saw Gremlin Divine)
Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice
Scooped, ridin' loose, we headed to Post
And got some and we had our toast
(Son, there's one minute left)
(Son, only one minute left, son, I'm ghost)

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin' it
(I'm in jail pumpin iron, son, and books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's wit'
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, coppin' new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to home soon)
I just up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm outside on the streets, just it down
(I'm in jail iron, son, and readin' books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's wit'
(I'm in the in the cypha, just smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)