Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this shit about the man

[ 1 ]
for the payback, backpay
Can't let homie to see his birthday
A.K., lettin hot ones to the kidney
muthafucka didn't know what hit him
What way, rode up on his ass in a
Baby, nigga shoulda known that was heavy
Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fetti
That I gave him, my shit 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 shit with the mailman

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

Had him every muthafuckin up in the room

[ 2 ]
They say the run the penitentiary (I think they 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 this part out,
(Okay) The that the mail man shot
Little homie went to himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) Right off hop, premiditated plot
I'll park the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, on my mind
Nothin the muslims, but I was raised eatin swine
in the game since 1979
My niggas on the taught me to perk 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 get away smooth

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

When I see the man, then his ass is doomed

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, actin a demon
My is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty
Hallucinatin, like 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
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, cause it's the most
Shit, it, I'ma just take the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I know he sleeps
Hot-wired the
I'm for the suburbs
Mobbin, doin about a fifty
Took the third exit to another of the city
Now I'm his presence, about to let him it
him walkin to his car, and now he's in a casket

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

I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

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

Had him like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

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

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