Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick this shit about the man

[ 1 ]
Time for the payback,
Can't let homie live to see his
A.K., lettin hot ones to the kidney
Bootsee muthafucka know what hit him
What way, rode up on his ass in a
Baby, nigga shoulda known shit was heavy
Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fetti
That I him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city
Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some
Little old nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash like a can
Caught up in some shit the mailman

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

Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the

[ 2 ]
They say the run the penitentiary (I think they do)
say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn't believe
They say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a
(Hm-hm) Well, check this part out,
(Okay) The nigga that the mail man
homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) Right off that hop, premiditated
I'll park the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, on my mind
Nothin against the muslims, but I was eatin swine
Trapped in the game since
My niggas on the taught me to perk and drink wine
I'm young, full of cum, nothin to
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

When I see the mail man, his ass is doomed

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, actin a demon
My is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty
Hallucinatin, smellin burnt spaghetti
Oh no, the mail man go
He my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo'
To go, so I figured that after me
Till the word on the streets is that I'm him
True, now I'm waitin for
Cause I'm late on arrival
the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o
And I can't forget the glock, cause the most reliable
Shit, fuck it, I'ma just the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I where he sleeps
the Thunderbird
I'm headed for the
Mobbin, doin a buck fifty
Took the third exit to part of the city
Now I'm his presence, about to let him it
Caught him to his car, and now he's in a casket

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

I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

(Boom-boom!) now gloom
My went boom 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
jungle
Gotta your back and play it well
Stay away from 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