Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this shit the mail man

[ 1 ]
for the payback, backpay
Can't let live to see his birthday
A.K., Forty's lettin hot to the kidney
Bootsee muthafucka didn't what 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 from another city
Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass swivle
old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash like a can
Caught up in some shit the mailman

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

Had him dodgin muthafuckin up in the room

[ 2 ]
They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I they do)
They say the youngsters doin shit that you believe
say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check part 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
park 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 1979
My on the street taught me to perk and drink wine
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 gloom
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 spaghetti
Oh no, the mail man go
He killed my homie, but he forgot it was one mo'
To go, so I figured he's after me
Till the word on the streets is that I'm him
True, now I'm for departure
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 scoped out his spot, I know he sleeps
the Thunderbird
I'm for the suburbs
Mobbin, doin a buck fifty
Took the third exit to another part of the
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

I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

(Boom-boom!) now they
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 muthafucka
Hm-hm, the man
Ass-out
watch your back and play it well
Stay away from fawlty
real

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