Luyện nghe bài hát Phonetime

Son, I zone, my gun is never on
I the new Jordan's, the white ones wit' skate key
(Me, I'm just chillin' Pop, my time)
(Got my greens on, these faggots 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 same to and Lord)
(Heard you cop the silver GS, my you scored)

Yea, it's nuthin' 'cuz I'm bread
Crack is dead, wanna give me head
(You's a funny nigga, I saw Kai in the yard)
(He said holla, when you getta chance, the God)
Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown
I copped the auto, it's pretty with chrome
(The day I come home, I need a mink and a new Mac)
(A few offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack)

I'm outside on the streets, just it down
(I'm in pumpin' iron, son, and readin' books)
I'm in the studio, sixteen's wit' hooks
(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 come soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef the Kings)
(You know Jarome brotha, my dun I to creep wit' in Queens)
And my dun too, so I'ma find out now
And my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl
(On the other side of things, I'm to get released)
(Around my day, but a nigga keep in beef wit' da beast)
the police 'cuz all of dem niggas 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 your appeal is progress
(You're my dog, dun)
And we gon' keep tight
I keep your phat, I'ma keep you right
(I got the stashed in a coffee carton and kicks)
(Good lookin' for the bitches and the flicks)
And you gotta thank me, real niggas do real things
I keep freak hoes, they do ill things

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 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 finished up the album, fin' ta drop in
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa
And guess I made you executive producer
Some extra G's, so you come home you breathe
(They won't to see me come home to a V)
(Pigs pressin' me, want autographs for seeds)
(I gotta C.O. thinkin' that we gon' fuck I leave)
Yo, nigga think about this money, fuck them
We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the

it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild
Capone home, niggas diggin our style
(Shit is foul, how these crackers to keep me confined?)
(I visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine)
Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and dice
Scooped, ridin' loose, then we headed to
And got hydro-weed and we had our toast
(Son, there's only one left)
(Son, only one minute left, son, I'm ghost)

I'm outside on the streets, holdin' it down
(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 Coliseum, just coppin' 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'm on the streets, just holdin' it down
(I'm in pumpin' iron, son, and readin' books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' wit' 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, to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)