Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick shit about the mail man

[ 1 ]
Time for the payback,
Can't let live to see his birthday
A.K., Forty's hot ones to the kidney
Bootsee muthafucka didn't know hit him
What way, up on his ass in a Chevy
Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was
Domain, shouldn't a up all my fuckin fetti
That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another
Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass swivle
Little old sucker-butt trust the mail man
Now his ass is like a garbage can
Caught up in some shit with the

(Boom-boom!) now gloom
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 doin 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 nigga the mail man shot
Little homie went to himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) off that hop, premiditated plot
I'll park the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, on my mind
Nothin against the muslims, but I was eatin swine
Trapped in the since 1979
My niggas on the taught me to perk and drink wine
I'm young, of cum, nothin to lose
Paid my dues, I'm the rules
I got some clues, and I
To let the sucker that killed my homie get away

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

When I see the mail man, then his ass is

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, actin like a
My is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty
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 after me
Till the word on the is that I'm after him
True, now I'm for departure
Cause I'm never late on
Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and
And I can't forget the glock, cause it's the most
Shit, fuck it, I'ma take the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I know he sleeps
Hot-wired the
I'm for the suburbs
Mobbin, doin a buck fifty
Took the third exit to another of the city
Now I'm his presence, about to let him it
Caught him to his car, and now he's in a casket

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

When I see the man, then his ass is doomed

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

Had him hoppin like a tryin to touch 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
Gotta watch back and play it well
Stay from fawlty muthafuckas
real

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

Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to the fuckin moon

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

Now his ass is