Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this shit about the man

[ 1 ]
for the payback, backpay
Can't let homie live to see his
A.K., lettin hot ones to the kidney
Bootsee muthafucka know what hit him
What way, rode up on his ass in a
Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was
Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fuckin
That I gave him, spent my shit with a from another city
Then they doubled, tripled and his ass some swivle
Little old nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash like a can
Caught up in shit with the mailman

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

Had him every muthafuckin up in the room

[ 2 ]
say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do)
They say the youngsters doin shit that you believe
They say the on the street snort hop like a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check this out, brother
(Okay) The that the mail man shot
Little homie to purchase himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) Right off that hop, premiditated
I'll park the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, on my mind
Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin
Trapped in the since 1979
My niggas on the street taught me to perk and wine
I'm young, full of cum, to lose
my dues, I'm settin the rules
I got clues, and I refuse
To let the sucker killed my homie get away smooth

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

When I see the mail man, then his ass is

[ 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 forgot it was one mo'
To go, so I figured that after me
Till the word on the streets is that I'm him
True, now I'm waitin for
Cause I'm late on arrival
Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and
And I can't forget the glock, cause it's the reliable
Shit, fuck it, I'ma take the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I know he sleeps
the Thunderbird
I'm headed for the
Mobbin, about a buck fifty
Took the third exit to part 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 they
My strap boom 3x

When I see the man, then his ass is doomed

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

Had him hoppin a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

Mail man money, man
F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this
Hm-hm, the man
Ass-out
Gotta watch your back and it well
Stay from fawlty muthafuckas
That's

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