Luyện nghe bài hát Popular Demand

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

You are now to The All-Time Phenomenal
Used to bag in V.A. at the Econo Lo'
Now I'm laying out at the Delano
But don't get it twisted the in the lining though
Hollow tip dum-dums eat like piranhas though
Such a scary thing to the soul sing Geronimo
up in the C-L the shit's astronomical
Hoes lining up on the they fall like dominoes
Used to have white bitch she looked like Madonna though
Heard that she LeBron, but shit I don't know
that Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago
Butt-naked on the at the Dolla-no
I mean the Delano I mean know
The shop bitch from D.C. hey P let 'em know! (Yeah that bitch was hot)
yeah but it was time to go
Them come in eenie, meanie, miny-moe! Yugch!

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

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

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

Goddamn the boy's
For pushing a mountain of caps to avoiding the Kojak
The of the coke 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 saying they can't reach us
The answer is the Lord Saturday Night Fever
I kept in the crib it made me a sleeper
Whether watching for the or avoiding the Grim Reaper.
Way than rap money and hoes, it's deeper than that
the temptation but it keep coming back
Money stacked to the just as quick as it dispense
Who knew them commas meant you could lose your sense?
Before it's too all I can tell 'em is repent unh! (Mami you miss me don't you?)

Haters wish you could hit me you?
Heh, You should me uncle
I I'm back by popular demand
new C-L fly
Outside of Popeye's chicken and fries
come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm by popular demand