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 Popeye's eating chicken and
Yeah come holla at ya
I understand I'm back by popular

You are now to The All-Time Phenomenal
Used to bag work in V.A. at the Lo'
Now I'm laying out at the though
But don't get it twisted the Uzi's in the lining
Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas
Such a scary thing to the soul sing Geronimo
up in the C-L the shit's astronomical
Hoes lining up on the curb fall like dominoes
Used to have this bitch she looked like Madonna though
Heard she fucking LeBron, but shit I don't know
that Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago
Butt-naked on the balcony at the
I mean the Delano I mean know
The hair shop from D.C. hey P let 'em know! (Yeah that bitch was hot)
yeah but it was time to go
Them hoes in eenie, meanie, miny-moe! Yugch!

Mami you 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 understand I'm back by popular

Why I be? Look at shorty
Damn! Mami good to the cuticles
I'm Cam! What's name Beautiful
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
below you tumble 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 only Gagarin
Car foreign, the other man stutter-fied
I know ya well, tell ya mother Hi.
I'm the other guy that got ya mother
Coke like a caterpillar I make butter-fly (Mami you miss me you?)

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

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

Haters you could hit me don't you?
Heh, You should call me
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 back by popular