Luyện nghe bài hát Phonetime

Son, I zone, my gun is on safety
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 livin' abroad
I heard crackers dissed you, smack you at the board
(When twenty-four, they did the same to and Lord)
(Heard you cop the GS, my nigga you scored)

Yea, nuthin' 'cuz I'm gettin' bread
Crack is dead, wanna give me head
(You's a funny nigga, I saw Kai in the yard)
(He holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God)
Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is
I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty 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, 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 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)

(My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef 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, get on the prawl
(On the side of things, I'm tryin' to get released)
(Around my born day, but a nigga keep in wit' da beast)
the police 'cuz all of dem niggas is fake
Don't lose C.R., son, you'll get your open date

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

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 in the cypha, just 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)

I used to be ugly, now these bitches is
And guess what? I you executive producer
extra G's, so when 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 gon' when I leave)
Yo, nigga think about this money, them hoes
We gonna a pounda weed out, at one the shows

Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get
Capone home, niggas still 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 to Post
And got some hydro-weed and we had our
(Son, only one minute left)
(Son, there's one minute left, son, I'm ghost)

I'm on the streets, just holdin' it down
(I'm in jail pumpin iron, son, and 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 new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come soon)
I just finished up the album, ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the streets, just holdin' it down
(I'm in jail pumpin' iron, son, and 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, hope to home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)