Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this shit the mail man

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

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

Had him dodgin muthafuckin up in the room

[ 2 ]
They say the youngsters run the (I think they do)
They say the youngsters doin shit you wouldn't believe
They say the youngsters on the street hop like a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check this part out,
(Okay) The nigga that the man shot
homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) Right off that hop, premiditated
park 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, full of cum, to lose
Paid my dues, I'm settin the
I got clues, and I refuse
To let the sucker that killed my homie get smooth

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

When I see the man, then his ass is doomed

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, actin like a
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 that after me
Till the word on the streets is I'm after him
True, now I'm waitin for
Cause I'm late on arrival
the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o
And I can't forget the glock, cause it's the reliable
Shit, fuck it, I'ma just the glock deep
I out his spot, I know where he sleeps
the Thunderbird
I'm for the suburbs
Mobbin, about a buck fifty
Took the third exit to another part of the
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

I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

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

Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin

Mail man money, man
F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in muthafucka
Hm-hm, the man
jungle
Gotta watch your back and it well
Stay from fawlty muthafuckas
That's

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

Hoppin a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

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

Now his ass is