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, these faggots ain't a shine)
And yeah, while I'm home you like livin'
I heard those crackers dissed you, you at the board
(When twenty-four, they did the same to and Lord)
(Heard you cop the GS, my nigga you scored)

Yea, it's nuthin' I'm gettin' bread
is dead, bitches wanna give me head
(You's a funny nigga, I saw Kai in the yard)
(He said holla, you getta chance, scribe the God)
Tell Kai I what up, and his sister is grown
I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with
(The day I come home, I a mink and a brand 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, sixteen's wit' hooks
(I'm in the in the cypha, just smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin' new
(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 beef with 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 my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl
(On the side of things, I'm tryin' to get released)
(Around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef da beast)
Fuck the police 'cuz all of dem is fake
Don't lose your C.R., son, get your open date

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

I'm outside on the streets, just 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, smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new
(I hit the law library, hope to come soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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

Spread it out, in the crowd, see niggas get wild
Capone home, niggas still our style
(Shit is foul, how these tryin' to keep me confined?)
(I visit 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, there's one minute left, son, I'm ghost)

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, smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, coppin' new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to home soon)
I just 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 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 finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)