Luyện nghe bài hát Popular Demand

Mami you miss me you?
wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you call me uncle
I understand I'm by popular demand
new C-L fly
Outside of Popeye's eating and fries
Yeah holla at ya uncle
I I'm back by popular demand

You are now to The All-Time Phenomenal
Used to bag work in V.A. at the Lo'
Now I'm out at the Delano though
But don't get it twisted the in the lining though
Hollow tip dum-dums eat like piranhas though
a scary thing to hear the soul sing Geronimo
Pull up in the C-L the astronomical
Hoes lining up on the curb fall like dominoes
Used to have this white bitch she looked Madonna though
Heard that she fucking LeBron, but I don't know
Like that Bron-Bron? I had that time ago
on the balcony at the Dolla-no
I the Delano I mean Pharrell'll know
The hair bitch from D.C. hey P let 'em know! (Yeah that bitch was hot)
Yeah but it was time to go
hoes come in eenie, meanie, miny-moe! Yugch!

Mami you me don't you?
Haters you could hit me don't you?
Heh, You call me uncle
I I'm back by popular demand
new C-L fly
Outside of eating chicken and fries
come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular

Why wouldn't I be? Look at
Damn! good down to the cuticles
I'm Cam! your name Beautiful
man! I could get used to you
Or the ram! if you what I used to do
But call me Uncle yeah Cam
I tax 'em. (Like who?) Uncle Sam
From the jungle fam where bundle gram
From below you get merked on the humble
And the gat on the on the hip
And I a Pharrell with the Clipse
Drive a hard (bargain), I'm Harlem's only Gagarin
Car foreign, the man stood-stood stutter-fied
I ya moms well, tell ya mother Hi.
I'm the other guy that got ya high
Coke like a I make butter-fly (Mami you miss me don't you?)

Haters you could hit me don't you?
Heh, You call me uncle
I understand I'm by popular demand
new C-L fly
Outside of eating chicken and fries
Yeah come at ya uncle
I I'm back by popular demand

Goddamn the back
For pushing a mountain of caps to avoiding the Kojak
The pioneer of the rap
I'm dancing with the stars on blow doing the toe-tap
The dope like I had it on Lo-Jack
It its way home like a road map I fathered this
If I mislead any kid fatherless
That on my soul as long I exist
Generation lost they saying can't reach us
The is the Lord like Saturday Night Fever
I kept in the crib it me a light sleeper
Whether watching for the Feds or avoiding the Reaper.
Way deeper than rap money and hoes, it's deeper than
Fight the temptation but it coming back
Money stacked to the just as quick as it dispense
Who knew them commas meant you could lose common sense?
Before too late all I can tell 'em is repent unh! (Mami you miss me don't you?)

Haters wish you hit me don't you?
Heh, You call me uncle
I understand I'm back by demand
new C-L fly
Outside of Popeye's eating and fries
Yeah holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm by popular demand