Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this about the mail man

[ 1 ]
Time for the payback,
Can't let live to see his birthday
A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones to the
Bootsee muthafucka know what hit him
What way, up on his ass in a Chevy
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 another city
they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle
Little old sucker-butt nigga the mail man
Now his ass is trash a garbage can
Caught up in some shit the mailman

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

Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the

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

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

When I see the man, then his ass is doomed

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

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

When I see the mail man, then his ass is

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

Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to 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
watch your back and play it well
Stay away from muthafuckas
That's

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