Luyện nghe bài hát PSK'95

Mr.

from the original PSK, which slows
down and switches to track]

Uh! it to me now!)
(Yeah! '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! Here we go now!
Uh! it to me!

Chorus: Brother
PSK, we that green
Bitches say what the hell does it mean?
P is for the people who understand
How one nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they
One by one we 'em out
Man, other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin'
K is for the way Mr. be cuttin'
on 'till the break of dawn
We gettin' cold money; this time ON!

(Rock on ................. it down now!)

Verse 1: Marquis
on the block, on the avenue
Shootin' a dice, sippin' on some brew
She had a big ass and a Mercedes (Woo!)
Turned around and seen this young lady
I said, Fine lady, now lookin' real nice
Sweeter honey, sugar and spice (Right.)
Told her my name was Brother
You my reputation, hoe, I'm just a freak
Heard the way you throw that thang
She said, Marquis, I your game
I said, yo, baby girl, tell you no lies (What?)
all I wanna do is uh, get ya high,
And uh, lay ya and do the body rock
She come on, and we got in the car
a little trip to a fancy bar (What?)
Got gin, some juice, some coke
I tell ya, my nigga, this ain't no
Before a nigga fuck', yo, I got head (What?)
me to the crib, laid me on the bed
I knew this was a lil' whore
She gave me $100, but I wanted more

(Uh! Bring it now!)

(One time now! Overtown! Liberty City! Carol City! 5! 15th!
61st! Yeah! Down south flavor, y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! it
back y'all! Break it now!)

Verse 2: Marquis
All on a Saturday night
on a blunt, feelin' all right (What?)
My homie Mr. called me on the phone
Told me 'bout a on 1.5
Man, that married, he can't leave home (Whoo!)
Got in the party with my fat
Bitches on my dick 'cause I'm like that (True.)
I got my pistol, jumped my ride
Now up in the set, who did I
A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named me! (What??)
I put red dot up against his head
And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should you dead."
The real Marquis doin' no time
A thought ran my crazy-ass mind
I looked in his face, he like shit

Siss-ass ain't nothin' but a bitch!
(Bring it to me!)

Liberty City! 61st y'all! Gettin' y'all! 54th y'all! Here we go
(Overtown! 15th y'all! One for 1-5-1! In the back y'all, yeah!
now! ... Uh! Yeah, is ya boy Mr. Mixx, Marquis, PSK for the 9-5
shot y'all! Break it down! We up out this motherfucker. give it
to ya on the next shit y'all! But until then - peace, love, and mo'