Luyện nghe bài hát Popular Demand

Mami you miss me 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 Popeye's eating chicken and
Yeah holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by demand

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

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

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

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

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

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