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 chillin' Pop, serving my time)
(Got my greens on, faggots ain't deservin' a shine)
And yeah, I'm home you like livin' abroad
I heard crackers 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 nuthin' 'cuz I'm gettin'
Crack is dead, bitches wanna me head
(You's a nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard)
(He holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God)
Tell Kai I said what up, and his is grown
I copped the four-fifth auto, it's with chrome
(The day I come home, I a mink and a brand 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 jail pumpin' iron, son, and 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 just finished up the album, ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(My little dun gangstas, caught in blood with the Kings)
(You Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit' in Queens)
And my dun too, so I'ma find out now
And have my dogs on the Island, get on the prawl
(On the other side of things, I'm to get released)
(Around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef da beast)
Fuck the police 'cuz all of dem niggas is
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 know your appeal is
(You're my dog, dun)
And we gon' this tight
I keep your commisary phat, keep you right
(I got the chronic in a coffee carton and kicks)
(Good for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks)
And you ain't gotta thank me, real do real things
I keep freak hoes, really do ill things

I'm outside on the streets, holdin' it down
(I'm in jail pumpin' iron, son, and books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' 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 come soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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

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

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin' it
(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, smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just 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 jail pumpin' iron, son, and 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, to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)