Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this shit the mail man

[ 1 ]
Time for the payback,
let homie live to see his birthday
A.K., Forty's lettin hot to the kidney
Bootsee muthafucka didn't what hit him
What way, up on his ass in a Chevy
Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was
Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fuckin
I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city
Then they doubled, tripled and his ass some swivle
Little old nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash like a can
Caught up in shit with the mailman

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

Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the

[ 2 ]
They say the youngsters run the (I think they do)
They say the doin shit that you wouldn't believe
They say the youngsters on the street snort hop a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check part out, brother
(Okay) The that the mail man shot
Little went to purchase himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) Right off 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 swine
in the game since 1979
My on the street taught me to perk and drink wine
I'm young, of cum, nothin to lose
my dues, I'm settin the rules
I got some clues, and I
To let the sucker that killed my homie get away

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

When I see the man, then his ass is doomed

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, actin like a
My is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty
Hallucinatin, smellin burnt spaghetti
Oh no, the mail man go
He my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo'
To go, so I that he's after me
Till the on the streets is that I'm after him
True, now I'm waitin for
Cause I'm never late on
Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and
And I can't the glock, cause it's the most reliable
Shit, fuck it, I'ma just take the glock
I scoped out his spot, I know where he
Hot-wired the
I'm headed for the
Mobbin, about a buck fifty
the third exit to another 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 went boom 3x

I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

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

Had him hoppin like a tryin to touch the fuckin moon

Mail man money, man
F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in muthafucka
Hm-hm, the man
Ass-out
Gotta watch your back and play it
Stay away from fawlty
real

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

Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the moon

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

Now his ass is