Luyện nghe bài hát Popular Demand

Mami you me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't
Heh, you should 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 understand I'm back by popular

You are now listening to The All-Time
Used to bag work in V.A. at the Lo'
Now I'm laying out at the Delano
But get it twisted the Uzi's in the lining though
tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though
Such a scary thing to hear the soul Geronimo
Pull up in the C-L the shit's
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 shit I don't
that Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago
Butt-naked on the at the Dolla-no
I mean the I mean Pharrell'll know
The hair bitch from D.C. hey P let 'em know! (Yeah that bitch was hot)
Yeah yeah but it was to go
Them hoes in eenie, meanie, miny-moe! Yugch!

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

Why wouldn't I be? Look at
Damn! Mami down to the cuticles
I'm Cam! What's name Beautiful
Like man! I get used to you
Or the ram! if you what I used to do
But call me Uncle Uncle Cam
I tax 'em. (Like who?) Uncle Sam
From the fam where niggas bundle 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), 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 caterpillar I butter-fly (Mami you miss me don't you?)

Haters wish you 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 chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya
I I'm back by popular demand

the boy's back
For pushing a mountain of snow 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 they can't reach us
The is the Lord like Saturday Night Fever
I kept in the crib it made me a light
Whether for the Feds or avoiding the Grim Reaper.
Way deeper than rap money and hoes, it's deeper than
Fight the temptation but it coming back
Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it
Who knew them commas meant you could lose common sense?
Before it's too late all I can tell 'em is unh! (Mami you miss me don't you?)

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