Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick shit about the mail man

[ 1 ]
Time for the payback,
Can't let homie live to see his
A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones to the
Bootsee muthafucka didn't what hit him
What way, rode up on his ass in a
Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was
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 nigga the mail man
Now his ass is trash like a can
up in some shit with the mailman

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

Had him every muthafuckin up in the room

[ 2 ]
They say the run the penitentiary (I think they do)
They say the youngsters doin shit you wouldn't believe
They say the youngsters on the street snort hop a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check this part out,
(Okay) The nigga the mail man shot
Little went to purchase himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) Right off hop, premiditated plot
I'll park around the corner and do a
Reconciliation, retaliation on my
Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin
Trapped in the game since
My on the street 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, like a demon
My is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty
Hallucinatin, smellin burnt spaghetti
Oh no, the man gotta 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 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 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, about a buck fifty
Took the third exit to another 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 boom 3x

When I see the mail man, then his ass is

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

Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the moon

Mail man money, man
in this muthafucka
Hm-hm, the man
Ass-out
watch your back and play it well
Stay away from muthafuckas
real

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

Hoppin like a tryin to touch the fuckin moon

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

Now his ass is