Luyện nghe bài hát Phonetime

Son, I zone, my gun is on safety
I copped the new Jordan's, the white wit' skate key
(Me, I'm just chillin' Pop, my time)
(Got my on, these faggots 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 same to and Lord)
(Heard you cop the GS, my nigga you scored)

Yea, it's nuthin' 'cuz I'm bread
is dead, bitches wanna give me head
(You's a nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard)
(He said holla, when you getta chance, the God)
Tell Kai I said what up, and his is grown
I copped the four-fifth auto, pretty with chrome
(The day I come home, I need a and a brand 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' wit' hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, smokin' 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 little dun gangstas, caught in blood with the Kings)
(You know Jarome brotha, my dun I to creep wit' in Queens)
And dat's my dun too, so I'ma out now
And have my on the Island, just get on the prawl
(On the other of things, I'm tryin' to get released)
(Around my born day, but a nigga keep in wit' da beast)
Fuck the 'cuz all of dem niggas is fake
Don't lose your C.R., son, you'll get your open

(Dun, I'ma see ya '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 commisary phat, I'ma you right
(I got the chronic stashed in a carton and kicks)
(Good lookin' for the butt-naked and the flicks)
And you ain't gotta thank me, real do real things
I keep freak hoes, they really do ill

I'm outside on the streets, holdin' it down
(I'm in pumpin' iron, son, and readin' books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's wit'
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, smokin' 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)

I used to be ugly, now bitches is Medusa
And guess what? I made you 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, autographs for they 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

Spread it out, in the crowd, see niggas get wild
home, niggas still diggin our style
(Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin' to me confined?)
(I gotta visit week and saw Gremlin Divine)
Meet Timbo and Ice, got and rolled dice
Scooped, ridin' loose, we headed to Post
And got some hydro-weed and we had our
(Son, there's one minute left)
(Son, there's one minute left, son, I'm ghost)

I'm outside on the streets, 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 yard in the cypha, smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, 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 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 up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)