Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick shit 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 muthafucka didn't what hit him
What way, up on his ass in a Chevy
Baby, shoulda known that shit was heavy
Domain, shouldn't a up all my fuckin fetti
That I gave him, 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 like a garbage can
Caught up in shit with the mailman

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

Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the

[ 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 hop like a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check this out, brother
(Okay) The nigga that the man shot
Little homie went to purchase a brand-new glock
(That's right) off that hop, premiditated plot
I'll park around the and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, on my mind
against the muslims, but I was raised eatin swine
Trapped in the game 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 some clues, and I
To let the sucker killed 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, actin a demon
My is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty
Hallucinatin, smellin like spaghetti
Oh no, the man gotta go
He my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo'
To go, so I figured that he's me
Till the word on the streets is I'm after 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 it's the reliable
Shit, fuck it, I'ma take the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I where he sleeps
Hot-wired the
I'm for the suburbs
Mobbin, doin about a buck
Took the third exit to part 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 they
My went boom 3x

When I see the man, then his ass is doomed

(Boom-boom!) now they
My strap boom 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 your back and play it well
Stay away fawlty muthafuckas
That's

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