Luyện nghe bài hát Popular Demand

Mami you miss me don't
wish 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 by popular demand

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 don't get it twisted the Uzi's in the though
Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas
a scary thing to hear the soul sing Geronimo
Pull up in the C-L the shit's
Hoes lining up on the curb they fall like
Used to have this bitch she looked like Madonna though
Heard that she fucking LeBron, but shit I know
Like that Bron-Bron? I had that long ago
on the balcony 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 but it was time to go
Them hoes 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 I'm back by popular demand
new C-L fly
Outside of Popeye's chicken and fries
come holla at ya uncle
I I'm back by popular demand

Why wouldn't I be? Look at
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?) Like Sam
From the jungle fam where niggas bundle
From below you tumble get on the humble
And the gat on the on the hip
And I keep a Pharrell the Clipse
a hard bargain (bargain), I'm Harlem's only Gagarin
Car foreign, the other man stutter-fied
I ya moms well, tell ya mother Hi.
I'm the other guy got ya mother high
like a caterpillar I make butter-fly (Mami you miss me don't you?)

Haters wish you could hit me you?
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 popular

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 the toe-tap
The dope like I had it on Lo-Jack
It made its way like a road map I fathered this
If I mislead any kid fatherless
That on my soul as long I exist
lost they saying they can't reach us
The answer is the Lord like Saturday Fever
I in the crib it made me a light sleeper
Whether for the Feds or avoiding the Grim Reaper.
Way deeper than rap and hoes, it's deeper than that
Fight the temptation but it keep back
stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense
Who knew them meant you could lose your common sense?
Before it's too late all I can tell 'em is unh! (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
come holla at ya uncle
I I'm back by popular demand