Luyện nghe bài hát Red Hot Riplets

Got shit 'coz I too much
Gimme, gimme, got shit I dare too much
Gimme, gimme, got shit 'coz I dare too
Gimme,

Uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm automatical, infatical, radical
I wanna clear all the misconceptions and ya believe in
I'm leavin' to the imagination
I won't stop on my emanicipation,
Through the radio

Facin' me, that hard but it ain't that easy
I don't know when to play hard and when to play easy
Believe me, and Weezy couldn't move up this fast
I'm lappin' everybody can't if I'm first or last

It won't hurt ya ass, but it hurt yo ass
To come trippin', find dirty got the stash
The perfect gat, left in ya ass thought I run
Laughin' at them niggaz who derrty was done

I'm a son of a G, I'm not a son of
I'm sure that my son and my sons gon' be rich
Daughters and my daughters in no order
I leave 'em layin' up out the water wit to protect they ball up
I call it

I need some Kool-Aid,
Wit my red hot
Tell 'em ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of
And I wanna know if me and you can dip
all

I some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot
Tell 'em what ya, 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of
And I just wanna if me and you can dip
all

Baby girl, you than Kool-Aid, the red flavor
"Ooh my favorite", yeah I know my game is major
She gave me her card, she I can page her
I was gon' a couple of days but I did her a favor

Call her now, invite myself the neighbors
Beatin' loud, swoopin' like a crusader
the cape, without the tights
Her baby was the type to have a truck like mine
No beach rims, no pipes

Of course that, I love her apple bottom set
She got upset, I said she couldn't fire up a
Small brat, ain't to cats wit short stacks
If you ask me for summin', drop her off where the at

I'm on a mission, the keys in the ignition
Beat steady, beatin' steady whistlin'
She's my glisten, started to trip
Murph, all that and a bag of chips

I need some Kool-Aid,
Wit my red hot
'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of
And I just know if me and you can dip
all

I need some Kool-Aid,
Wit my red hot
Tell 'em ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all and a bag of chips
And I wanna know if me and you can dip
all

Look, I some mushu whether I'm in Cali or Cancun
No goin' out, I like to in my damn room, damn
She got a donkey-o, must be a damn zoo, ooh
Look at the yo, she must be a baboon!

don't feed me mama, I'm like an animal
Especially 12, can you handle my stamina?
You won't believe the things I say when you by
My game cool but when on but it's hot when I talk high

Now ought I take you but am I wrong
I'm a kid ma, you know I don't wanna be Home
Plus I summin' therre when we was dancin' on that song
I like togetherness, can we all get

Can we all, get in my car and talk about it in the
And make decisions wake up and yawn
Come on, you can tell me if you it or not
'Coz I'ma have my and my riplets red hot

I need some Kool-Aid,
Wit my red hot
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what man
You all that and a bag of
And I wanna know if me and you can dip
all

I need some Kool-Aid,
Wit my red hot
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em mean man
You all that and a bag of
And I just wanna if me and you can dip
all

Yo, yo, them muthafuckas just too hot
like the pie in the window
Cross the gun line and even get shot to find the
Eatin' red hot, riplets promotin' out snippets
you walkin' wit the triplets, I'm clubbin' lookin' terrific

I need some Kool-Aid, I got to get it wit it
Put my up in ya pitcher see if it fit up in it
And smoke for a second, and told her wreck it
Told her groupie connection, got in the and told her get naked

the Lunatics, told her how I reflect it
Lemme you from the Show-Me, no talk fo sho respect it
And ya red hot butt and now ya say ya not
It's the rap Fred Flintstone, I the Bed Rock

I give it to ya never failin' ya, business I'm tellin' ya
You ever need me I'ma be through in on my celluar
And I'ma y'all never on the red hot riplets and Kool-Aid
I my money nigga