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 Pop, serving my time)
(Got my greens on, faggots ain't deservin' a shine)
And yeah, while I'm you like livin' abroad
I heard those dissed you, smack you at the board
(When twenty-four, they did the to Norman and Lord)
(Heard you cop the silver GS, my you scored)

Yea, it's 'cuz I'm gettin' bread
Crack is dead, wanna give me head
(You's a funny nigga, I saw Kai in the yard)
(He said holla, when you chance, scribe the God)
Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is
I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with
(The day I come home, I need a mink and a new Mac)
(A few jump offs, Dom's, some 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 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, ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(My little dun gangstas, 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 I'ma out now
And have my dogs on the Island, get on the prawl
(On the side of things, I'm tryin' to get released)
(Around my born day, but a nigga in beef wit' da beast)
Fuck the police all of dem niggas is fake
Don't lose your C.R., son, get your open date

(Dun, I'ma see ya regardless 'cuz I got two violent 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 chronic stashed in a coffee and kicks)
(Good for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks)
And you ain't gotta me, real niggas do real things
I keep freak hoes, they really do ill

I'm outside on the streets, just it down
(I'm in jail 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, just coppin new
(I hit the law library, hope to 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 I made you executive producer
Some extra G's, so when you come home you
(They won't believe to see me home to a V)
(Pigs pressin' me, want autographs for seeds)
(I C.O. thinkin' that we gon' fuck when I leave)
Yo, nigga think about this money, fuck them
We throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows

Spread it out, in the crowd, see them get wild
Capone home, niggas still diggin our
(Shit is foul, how crackers tryin' to keep me confined?)
(I gotta visit week and saw Gremlin Divine)
Meet Timbo and Ice, got and rolled dice
Scooped, loose, then we headed to Post
And got some hydro-weed and we had our
(Son, only one minute left)
(Son, there's only one 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 wit'
(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 on the streets, just 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 Coliseum, just coppin' new kicks
(I hit the law library, to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)