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., Forty's hot ones to the kidney
Bootsee muthafucka didn't know 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 fuckin
That I him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city
Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass swivle
Little old sucker-butt trust the mail man
Now his ass is like a garbage can
Caught up in some shit the mailman

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

Had him every muthafuckin up in the room

[ 2 ]
They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I they do)
They say the youngsters doin shit you wouldn't believe
They say the youngsters on the street hop like a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check this out, brother
(Okay) The nigga that the mail man
Little homie went to purchase himself a glock
(That's right) Right off that hop, plot
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, nothin to
my dues, I'm settin the rules
I got some clues, and I
To let the sucker killed my homie get away smooth

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

When I see the man, then his ass is doomed

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, actin a demon
My pores is stinkin, and I'm all
Hallucinatin, smellin burnt spaghetti
Oh no, the mail man go
He killed my homie, but he that 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 on arrival
the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o
And I can't forget the glock, cause the most reliable
Shit, fuck it, just take the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I where he sleeps
Hot-wired the
I'm headed for the
Mobbin, doin a buck fifty
the third exit to another part of the city
Now I'm his presence, about to let him it
Caught him walkin to his car, and now he's in a

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

When I see the mail man, then his ass is

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

Had him like a rabbit 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
Ass-out
Gotta watch back and play it well
Stay away fawlty muthafuckas
real

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