Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this about the mail man

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

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

Had him every muthafuckin up in the room

[ 2 ]
They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think do)
They say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn't
They say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a
(Hm-hm) Well, this part out, brother
(Okay) The nigga the mail man shot
Little went to purchase himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) Right off that hop, plot
I'll park the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, retaliation on my
Nothin against the muslims, but I was eatin swine
Trapped in the since 1979
My on the street taught me to perk and drink 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 sucker that killed my homie get smooth

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

When I see the mail man, his ass is doomed

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

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

When I see the mail man, his ass is doomed

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

Had him hoppin a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

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

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
(Boom-boom!)

Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
(Boom-boom!)

Now his ass is