Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this about the mail man

[ 1 ]
Time for the payback,
Can't let homie live to see his
A.K., lettin hot ones to the kidney
Bootsee muthafucka didn't what hit him
way, rode 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 from another city
Then they doubled, and sold his ass some swivle
Little old nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash like a can
Caught up in some shit with the

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

Had him every muthafuckin up in the room

[ 2 ]
They say the run the penitentiary (I think they 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, check this out, brother
(Okay) The nigga that the mail man
Little homie went to himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) Right off that hop, premiditated
I'll around the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, retaliation on my
Nothin against the muslims, but I was eatin 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
Paid my dues, I'm the rules
I got clues, and I refuse
To let the sucker that killed my homie get away

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

When I see the mail man, his ass is doomed

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, like a demon
My pores is stinkin, and I'm all
Hallucinatin, smellin burnt spaghetti
Oh no, the mail man go
He killed my homie, but he that it was one mo'
To go, so I figured that he's me
Till the word on the streets is that I'm 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, cause it's the most
Shit, fuck it, I'ma just the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I know he sleeps
the Thunderbird
I'm for the suburbs
Mobbin, doin a buck fifty
Took the 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 they
My strap boom 3x

When I see the mail man, his ass is doomed

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

Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the moon

Mail man money, man
in this muthafucka
Hm-hm, the man
jungle
Gotta your back and play it well
Stay away fawlty muthafuckas
real

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

Hoppin like a rabbit to touch the fuckin moon

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

Now his ass is