Luyện nghe bài hát Phonetime

Son, I zone, my gun is on safety
I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit' 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 livin' abroad
I heard those dissed you, smack you at the board
(When twenty-four, did the same to Norman and Lord)
(Heard you cop the GS, my nigga 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 said holla, you getta chance, scribe the God)
Tell Kai I said what up, and his is grown
I the four-fifth auto, it's pretty 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, 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 Coliseum, just 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)

(My little dun gangstas, caught in beef with the Kings)
(You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to wit' in Queens)
And my dun too, so I'ma find out now
And my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl
(On the other side of things, I'm to get released)
(Around my born day, but a nigga keep in wit' 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 felony charges)
And you know your is progress
(You're my dog, dun)
And we gon' keep this
I keep your commisary phat, I'ma you right
(I got the stashed in a coffee carton and kicks)
(Good lookin' for the bitches and the flicks)
And you gotta thank me, real niggas do real things
I freak hoes, they really do ill things

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

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

Spread it out, in the crowd, see them get wild
Capone home, niggas still our style
(Shit is foul, how these crackers to keep me confined?)
(I gotta visit week and saw Gremlin Divine)
Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled
Scooped, ridin' loose, we headed to Post
And got hydro-weed and we had our toast
(Son, only 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, droppin' sixteen's 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 drop in
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin' it
(I'm in jail pumpin' iron, son, and 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, 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)