Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick shit about 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 shit was heavy
Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fuckin
That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another
Then they doubled, and sold his ass some swivle
Little old nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash a garbage can
Caught up in some 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 penitentiary (I think do)
say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn't believe
They say the youngsters on the street hop like a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check part out, brother
(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, retaliation on my
Nothin the muslims, but I was raised eatin swine
in the game since 1979
My niggas on the street taught me to perk and wine
I'm young, full of cum, nothin to
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

I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

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

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

When I see the mail man, then his ass is

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

Had him hoppin a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

Mail man money, man
in this muthafucka
Hm-hm, the man
jungle
Gotta your back and play it well
Stay away from fawlty
That's

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