Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this shit about the 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 didn't what hit him
What way, rode up on his ass in a
Baby, nigga shoulda that shit was heavy
Domain, shouldn't a up all my fuckin fetti
That I gave him, spent my 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 some shit the mailman

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

Had him every muthafuckin up in the room

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

(Boom-boom!) now gloom
My strap went 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, like burnt spaghetti
Oh no, the man gotta go
He my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo'
To go, so I that he's after me
Till the word on the streets is that I'm him
True, now I'm for departure
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 take the glock
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 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 boom 3x

When I see the man, then his ass is doomed

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

Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the moon

Mail man money, man
F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this
Hm-hm, the man
jungle
Gotta watch back and play it well
away 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