Luyện nghe bài hát Sucka Free

What's up, nigga? What's up, my
Just loungin', you know, to crack this forty ounce++++
Oh, at you, lil' ol' alcoholic ass, nigga
Well, you know I got to have it, my brother, nothin' changed

You hit it? Yeah, what's up? Hey man, you tell me
What's up the album, man? Hey man, we tryina finish
That muthafucka, man and I one more song, no shit
Yeah, I wanted to know, if you to bust on it?
Oh, without a doubt you know I'd love to that shit
You was for me over the phone

sucka free shit? Yeah, I remember that shit
Well, won't you put that shit about here
Sucka, sucka, sucka, now a sucka up off of you

Did you miss me? It took a little to get sucka free
But since a young G it's PPC, no shame in the name
And still true to the game, still servin' suckers, the same
No sense, and dwellin' in the tense, I roll with Quik
So you better check your ladies, gents, 'cause teach her
How to you, right before I break her

After I make her, then I her, yeah, I know, you heard it all before
But I can't deal, I see you're still simpin' for a hoe
Claimin' pimp but you're payin' for the pu', silly
Punk muthafucka, they only flock and jock 'cause fillin' up
They pocket books and you're still judgin' by they looks
When it's all about, what she can do for you

I do for me and still see a true, really? Do you me, bro?
Got your all on your lips, but your chick trips
Oh no, never will I lower to your and I got seventeen for ya, devil
Too True to ever let a sucker you, make me do somethin'
That I don't wanna do, I'm real with it, you gots to deal with it

I serve that ass like a clocker, I don't give a fuck but who you're
How you're doin or what you do it with, you miss me
With the dumb shit, so when you're on the Playa Hamm
Or my nigga Quik, everybody knows, you're suckin' on a fat
It nothin to nuttin' in your ass, so that you see clear boomin'
In your ear, so I know you hear bump this in coupe
With your R&B wanna be me? Trick ass, I'm free