Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this shit the mail man

[ 1 ]
for the payback, backpay
Can't let homie live to see his
A.K., lettin hot ones to the kidney
Bootsee muthafucka didn't what hit him
What way, up on his ass in a Chevy
Baby, shoulda known that shit 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 trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash like a can
up in some shit with the mailman

(Boom-boom!) now they
My strap went 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 youngsters on the street snort hop like a
(Hm-hm) Well, this part out, brother
(Okay) The that the mail man shot
Little homie went to himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) off that hop, premiditated plot
I'll park around the corner and do a
Reconciliation, on my mind
Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised swine
Trapped in the game 1979
My niggas on the taught me to perk and drink wine
I'm young, full of cum, nothin to
my dues, I'm settin the rules
I got clues, and I refuse
To let the sucker that killed my get away smooth

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

When I see the mail man, his ass is doomed

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, actin like a
My is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty
Hallucinatin, like burnt spaghetti
Oh no, the mail man go
He killed my homie, but he forgot 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 for departure
I'm never late on arrival
Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and
And I can't forget the glock, cause it's the reliable
Shit, it, I'ma just take the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I know where he
the Thunderbird
I'm for the suburbs
Mobbin, about a buck fifty
Took the exit to another part 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 went 3x

When I see the man, then his ass is doomed

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

Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to the fuckin moon

Mail man money, man
in this muthafucka
Hm-hm, the man
Ass-out
Gotta watch your back and play it
Stay from fawlty muthafuckas
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