Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this about the mail man

[ 1 ]
for the payback, backpay
Can't let homie to see his birthday
A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones to the
Bootsee didn't know what hit him
way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy
Baby, nigga shoulda that shit was heavy
Domain, shouldn't a up all my fuckin fetti
That I gave him, spent my shit a nigga from another city
Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass swivle
Little old sucker-butt trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash like a can
Caught up in shit with the mailman

(Boom-boom!) now they
My went boom 3x

Had him dodgin every up in the room

[ 2 ]
They say the run the penitentiary (I think they do)
They say the youngsters shit that you wouldn't believe
They say the youngsters on the snort hop like a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check this part out,
(Okay) The nigga that the man shot
Little homie to purchase himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) off that hop, premiditated plot
I'll around the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, retaliation on my
Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin
Trapped in the game 1979
My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink
I'm young, of cum, nothin to lose
Paid my dues, I'm the rules
I got clues, and I refuse
To let the sucker that my homie get away smooth

(Boom-boom!) now gloom
My strap boom 3x

When I see the mail man, then his ass is

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, like a demon
My pores is stinkin, and I'm all
Hallucinatin, smellin like spaghetti
Oh no, the mail man go
He killed my homie, but he that it was one mo'
To go, so I figured he's after me
Till the on the streets is that I'm after him
True, now I'm for departure
Cause I'm never late on
the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o
And I can't the glock, cause it's the most reliable
Shit, it, I'ma just take the glock deep
I out his spot, I know where he sleeps
the Thunderbird
I'm for the suburbs
Mobbin, doin a buck fifty
Took the third exit to another of the city
Now I'm his presence, to let him have it
Caught him walkin to his car, and now he's in a

(Boom-boom!) now gloom
My strap boom 3x

When I see the man, then his ass is doomed

(Boom-boom!) now gloom
My went boom 3x

Had him hoppin like a tryin to touch the fuckin moon

Mail man money, man
in this muthafucka
Hm-hm, the man
Ass-out
Gotta watch your and play it well
Stay away from muthafuckas
real

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
(Boom-boom!)

Hoppin like a tryin to touch the fuckin moon

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
(Boom-boom!)

Now his ass is