Luyện nghe bài hát The Motto

I'm the fuckin' man, you get it do ya?
Type of everybody acting like they knew ya
Go uptown, New York City
Some Spanish girls love me like I'm
Tell Uncle I'm out in Miami too
Clubbing hard, fuckin' women ain't to do
bling, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, shit changed
How you How you feel? How you feel?
Twenty sittin' on twenty-five mil uhh
I'm in the building and I'm myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, do it for the Bay, okay
Getting paid well holla wen that stop
My team good, we don't really need a
Tune "light one, pass it like a relay"
YMCMB you niggas YMCA
Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the
Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, to Gibbo
We got Margarita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really her
Ahhh, how you feel man?
That's how you feel?
Cause the ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill
I maybe she won't
Then again she will
I can almost guarantee she know the
Real wassap

Now she a photo Ya
You already know
You only once, that's the motto nigga YOLO
We 'bout it every day, every day, day
Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga we don't really
Every day, day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the in the way
Real wassup?

One, time one time
I'm calling niggas out like the
Seven, grams in the
Almost drowned in her pussy so I to her butt
It's Eastside, we in bitch
a nigga would like a tree in this bitch
And if a fall put some weed in that bitch
That's my MO add a B to shit
I'm fucked up, torn
I'm twisted: door
stupid, off with your head!
Nigga talks and Mr Ed! Ya
I'm so Young got a drum on the gun
bunny
Funny how honey ain't like sugar
shit sweet niggas on the street like hookers
I kiss her other tongue
Skeet skeet skeet: gun
Oh my God Becky at her butt

Wassap
nigga wassup
Real nigga

Wassap,