Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this about the mail man

[ 1 ]
Time for the payback,
Can't let live to see his birthday
A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones to the
Bootsee muthafucka didn't know hit him
way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy
Baby, nigga 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 nigga the mail man
Now his ass is like a garbage can
Caught up in some with the mailman

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

Had him every muthafuckin up in the room

[ 2 ]
They say the youngsters run the (I think they do)
They say the youngsters shit that you wouldn't believe
say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check this out, brother
(Okay) The that the mail man shot
Little homie went to purchase himself a glock
(That's right) Right off hop, premiditated plot
I'll around the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, on my mind
Nothin against the muslims, but I was eatin swine
Trapped in the game since
My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink
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 my homie get away smooth

(Boom-boom!) now they
My went boom 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 like burnt
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
Till the word on the streets is I'm after him
True, now I'm waitin for
Cause I'm never late on
the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o
And I can't the glock, cause it's the most reliable
Shit, fuck it, I'ma take the glock deep
I out his spot, I know where he sleeps
Hot-wired the
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
Caught him walkin to his car, and now in a casket

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

When I see the mail man, his ass is doomed

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

Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to the fuckin moon

Mail man money, man
F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this
Hm-hm, the man
jungle
Gotta watch back and play it well
Stay away from muthafuckas
real

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