Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick shit about the mail man

[ 1 ]
for the payback, backpay
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, shoulda known that shit was heavy
Domain, a fuck up all my fuckin fetti
That I gave him, spent my shit with a from another city
they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle
Little old nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash a garbage can
Caught up in some with the mailman

(Boom-boom!) now they
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 wouldn't
They say the on the street snort hop like a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, this part out, brother
(Okay) The that the mail man shot
homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) Right off that hop, premiditated
I'll around the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, retaliation on my
Nothin against the muslims, but I was eatin swine
Trapped in the game since
My niggas on the street taught me to and drink wine
I'm young, full of cum, nothin to
Paid my dues, I'm settin the
I got some clues, and I
To let the sucker that killed my homie get smooth

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

When I see the mail man, his ass is doomed

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, actin like a
My pores is stinkin, and I'm all
Hallucinatin, like burnt spaghetti
Oh no, the man gotta go
He my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo'
To go, so I that he's after me
Till the word on the streets is that I'm 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, I'ma just the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I know he sleeps
Hot-wired the
I'm for the suburbs
Mobbin, doin about a buck
Took the third exit to another part of the
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 gloom
My strap boom 3x

When I see the mail man, then his ass is

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

Had him hoppin like a 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 your back and it well
away from fawlty muthafuckas
That's

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

Hoppin a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

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

Now his ass is