Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick shit about the mail man

[ 1 ]
for the payback, backpay
Can't let homie to see his birthday
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, nigga shoulda known that was heavy
Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fetti
I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city
Then they doubled, tripled and his ass some swivle
old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash like a can
Caught up in some shit with the

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

Had him dodgin every up in the room

[ 2 ]
say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do)
They say the youngsters doin shit you wouldn't believe
They say the youngsters on the snort hop like a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check this out, brother
(Okay) The nigga that the mail man
Little homie went to purchase a brand-new glock
(That's right) Right off hop, premiditated plot
I'll park around the corner and do a
Reconciliation, retaliation on my
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, of cum, nothin to lose
Paid my dues, I'm the rules
I got clues, and I refuse
To let the that killed my homie get away smooth

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

I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, like a demon
My is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty
Hallucinatin, smellin like burnt
Oh no, the man gotta go
He killed my homie, but he forgot it was one mo'
To go, so I that he's after me
Till the on the streets is that I'm after him
True, now I'm waitin for
Cause I'm never late on
Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and
And I can't forget the glock, it's the most reliable
Shit, fuck it, I'ma just take the deep
I out his spot, I know where he sleeps
Hot-wired the
I'm for the suburbs
Mobbin, doin a buck fifty
Took the third exit to 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 gloom
My strap went 3x

When I see the mail man, then his ass is

(Boom-boom!) now they
My went boom 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
jungle
Gotta watch your back and 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