Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this shit the mail man

[ 1 ]
Time for the payback,
Can't let live 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, shoulda 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
Then they doubled, tripled and his ass some swivle
Little old nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash a garbage 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 ]
They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I they do)
They say the doin shit that you wouldn't believe
They say the on the street snort hop like a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check this part out,
(Okay) The that the mail man shot
Little homie went to purchase a brand-new 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 raised swine
Trapped in the since 1979
My niggas on the street taught me to and drink wine
I'm young, full of cum, to lose
Paid my dues, I'm settin the
I got some clues, and I
To let the sucker that killed my homie get away

(Boom-boom!) now gloom
My strap 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 like spaghetti
Oh no, the man gotta go
He killed my homie, but he that it was one mo'
To go, so I figured that after me
Till the 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 forget the glock, cause it's the most reliable
Shit, it, I'ma just take the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I know where he
the Thunderbird
I'm headed for the
Mobbin, about a buck fifty
Took the third to another part of the city
Now I'm his presence, about to let him it
Caught him walkin to his car, and now in a casket

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

I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

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

Had him hoppin a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

Mail man money, man
in this muthafucka
Hm-hm, the man
Ass-out
Gotta watch your back and play it
away 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