Luyện nghe bài hát Sucka Free

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

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

That sucka 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 a little time to get sucka free
But since a young G it's PPC, no shame in the name
And true to the game, still servin' suckers, just the same
No sense, and dwellin' in the past tense, I roll with
So you better check your ladies, gents, 'cause I'ma her
How to break you, right I break her

After I make her, then I her, yeah, I know, you heard it all before
But I can't deal, 'cause I see still simpin' for a hoe
Claimin' pimp but you're for the pu', silly sucker
Punk muthafucka, they only flock and jock 'cause fillin' up
They pocket books and you're still judgin' bitches by 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 name all on lips, but your chick trips
Oh no, never will I lower to your level and I got for ya, devil
Too True to ever let a like you, make me do somethin'
That I don't do, I'm still real with it, you gots to deal with it

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