Luyện nghe bài hát She's The One (remix)

Slim

Any wit guns, we got guns too
More heated, ready to you
It's too late I outgunned you
You was around, you the outcome too
Let's play, lemme show you Game is
Heartbreak, I'm showin' you pain is
Please, I'm reppin' a 'd'
Where guns, you steppin' to me homeboy
Royce five-nine's the name, niggaz
And niggaz know, dealin' wit me know
Ayyo toots, how you get here, you ride
I got a five in Southside, you drive
Beside, I ain't got no five, you
You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old
I got money, I'm here to bug you girl
Can't get none, but you know I you girl
yo

She the one that wanna hot whips, huh
Same one ain't really got shit, huh
She want her hair done, then get her done
Go to Fifth Ave, to shop for Shanell, huh

She the one that really got shit, huh
The little that really aint got tits, huh
slut with a chest enhanced,
Wouldn't dance if you aint pay for her breasts

Anybody wit knives, we got too
More sharp, and to outslice you
About 5 dudes, waitin for you
And what's inside is coming you
Get me drunk, and I'll drink you can think
Miss. Bitch
(Yo what's up the ring, you married?)
Shit, I'm still mingling,
I just wanted to scream, this is the only finger it
with you, you married?
(Naww, I'm divorced)
Of course you are, you little fuckin park whore
(Trailer? I don't live in no trailer. I live in a unit, for your information)
Bitch, I got a dick, wanna
still, so i don't use birth control pills slut
Fuck, so much cum in your stomach that when I pull out
A years and a half old body, deranged baby out
And I ain't stayin to pay no child
Are you playin? Be a man- bitch you sayin?
You tryin to some bullshit, while I got one arm free
You want me to make this half-nelson a

Wattup boo, this is for you and girlfriend
You bank-head, up in Detroit we Earl
Assholes get and flashed those
Never ever go to Detroit, we blast

Hi, my is...

I'm the
Gimme money, gimme jewels,
Ayyo, you the long hair, is it yours?
I guess so, got a reciept- for
Got anymore I'm sick of red
Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken
I know you ghetto, I trying to take the ghetto out
about you to tell about, mellow out
I'm the one be makin the clubs say "What"
Gettin love, and making the say "What"
of you cats, hate on the low and got sick
Any sauce that got hits, not
yo

[Project
Any wit guts, we got guts too
More than crazy, only to outdo you
Damn, too late, we after you
Go get more niggaz, you need more than two
Project Paki, here to rep the east, New Jersey- rep my streets
Militainment- we y'all
Me, Slim, and got you cornered y'all
The niggaz you see on World's Wildest Police Chases
that go wild only during court cases
Bitches go wild when see us cum on they faces
We discriminate, we fuck all races
She the one I got love for
Money she get, I assure
She the one think she hot
Damn, have you her, she is hot
High that's her style
God I can't her out my mind, when she
But ain't no need to worry bout
I got ten girls like her, I ain't
The only thing i buy is some good for her, 'cause them shit is tacky
Royce got me on this, remember the Project Paki
so yo

You
Why you still
you see, I'm dissing you
Fade me out, why would you ever me out?
I'm
What do yall want me?

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