Luyện nghe bài hát Popeye's Certified

I'm Pina Colada Impala
band the big dollas
Runnin things they remain
Rollin up the weed
Jumpin a Lexus Coupe
M R G a kinda
tailored up
And forget the flavor,

I'm salty
Pretty at the barber shop
how I'm blowin cop
Listenin to Rock
chasin
Paper
gunnin
Paper
havin
Paper
Don't forget that paper it
I got it on
Tell all suckas go on home
Back up in the Coupe
Color man is two
out the Nakamichi
Get the yayo on to chi-chi
Now we gotta with Frank a pig that don't fly straight
I'm hot boilin
crack up at the Carter
Man you your freak is bad
Man my freak is way
I'm Popeye's certified a two piece and some small fries
Man my hair is super laced I don't about them bald guys
They call me Ayatollah all up in your
Whether it's a ring tone or a picture in your
A lime in Corona
A glock on your
I fire up in club because I know the owner
Dive just a Navy Seal
My homie got a Coup De Ville
Girls be takin Skittles
But we that's poppin pills
I to put it down like?
Man boxin on every round
Man at the fight we be loud
I've at this since Jaws was a goldfish
I'm a go like
maybe the electric chair
Man you can my hair
I'm up out the shop
I'm back in the Lex bumpin Royal Rock
I'm like a new
Man or a shot
So you can tell from the beginning that I'm trying to get you
I like fo tres I do it four
You might see me straight cursin out a maid
Lookin like the Lion
Specially I'm buying things
Eatin on some rings
Talkin shit in King
I like to side all up on the sidewalk
All up in the store and everything is getting bought
I in greenery overlookin scenery
She ask me what I'm thinking
And, yo, I "My jewelry"
She said "that's to me"
I her like a eulogy
She said my party's hella
I "that's how it's supposed to be"

I'm a Jaguar in a car
Knockin on the Pearly
on the marijuana
Money all
I do it Das Boot tapes of Ronnie Moot?
up in the Lexus Coupe
Floatin like a
It's my philosophy man of the
It's like I'm Kenny Parker runnin round B. D. P.
Yo homie after eight
We goin down to the Lions
That's the restaurant with the Henn when you buy a steak
I'm like an
up the foundation
Figured out the
To your iphone
I got the recipe the menu is the of me
My car does match my Jordan's and say that was fresh of me
I'm like The Loch Ness sittin up in a 'Vette
Hangin like a that you might see up on 'Pacs neck
I'm the last poem
Tell suckas go on home
How much yo is cologne
I got it on
I'm like a new glock holdin an old block
And even though it's rock they protect it like it's Fort Knox
We eattin chops with a real Muslim aura
We hit Hawaii like it's Pearl
Tora! Tora!
I might say
Or what's the score-a
And you can ask for you want but I got nothing for ya