Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this shit about the man

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

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

Had him dodgin every up in the room

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

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

When I see the mail man, then his ass is

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, actin like a
My pores is stinkin, and I'm all
Hallucinatin, smellin like burnt
Oh no, the man gotta go
He killed my homie, but he forgot it was one mo'
To go, so I that he's after me
the word on the streets is that I'm after him
True, now I'm waitin for
Cause I'm late on arrival
Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and
And I can't the glock, cause it's the most reliable
Shit, fuck it, just take the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I know where he
Hot-wired the
I'm headed for the
Mobbin, doin about a fifty
Took the third exit to part of the city
Now I'm his presence, about to let him it
Caught him walkin to his car, and now he's in a

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

When I see the mail man, his ass is doomed

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

Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the moon

Mail man money, man
in this muthafucka
Hm-hm, the man
Ass-out
Gotta your back and play it well
away from fawlty muthafuckas
That's

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

Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin

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

Now his ass is