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 just chillin' Pop, my time)
(Got my greens on, these ain't deservin' a shine)
And yeah, while I'm home you like livin'
I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the
(When twenty-four, they did the 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 give me head
(You's a nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard)
(He said holla, you getta chance, scribe the God)
Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is
I copped the auto, it's pretty with chrome
(The day I come home, I need a mink and a new Mac)
(A few jump offs, some Dom's, beer, and the crack)

I'm outside on the streets, holdin' it down
(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 Coliseum, just coppin' 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 dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings)
(You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to wit' in Queens)
And dat's my dun too, so find 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 nigga in beef wit' da beast)
Fuck the police 'cuz all of dem is fake
Don't lose your C.R., son, you'll get your date

(Dun, see ya regardless 'cuz I got two violent felony charges)
And you know your is progress
(You're my dog, dun)
And we gon' keep this
I keep commisary phat, I'ma keep you right
(I got the chronic stashed in a coffee and kicks)
(Good for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks)
And you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do things
I keep hoes, they really do ill things

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin' it
(I'm in pumpin' 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 Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I used to be ugly, now these bitches is
And guess what? I you executive producer
Some extra G's, so when you come home you
(They won't to see me come home to a V)
(Pigs pressin' me, want for they seeds)
(I C.O. thinkin' that we gon' 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 niggas get wild
Capone home, niggas diggin our style
(Shit is foul, how these tryin' to keep me confined?)
(I gotta last week and saw Gremlin Divine)
Meet and Ice, got bent and rolled dice
Scooped, ridin' loose, then we to Post
And got some hydro-weed and we had our
(Son, only one minute left)
(Son, only one minute left, son, I'm ghost)

I'm on the streets, just holdin' it down
(I'm in pumpin 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 Coliseum, just coppin' new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to home soon)
I finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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