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 hot ones to the kidney
muthafucka didn't know what hit him
What way, rode up on his ass in a
Baby, nigga shoulda known that was heavy
Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fetti
That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another
Then they doubled, tripled and his ass some swivle
Little old nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash a garbage can
Caught up in some shit with the

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

Had him every muthafuckin up in the room

[ 2 ]
They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think do)
They say the doin shit that 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 the mail man shot
Little homie to purchase himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) Right off that hop, plot
I'll park the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, on my mind
Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin
Trapped in the since 1979
My niggas on the street taught me to and drink wine
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 they
My went boom 3x

When I see the mail man, then his ass is

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

(Boom-boom!) now they
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
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 away from fawlty
real

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