Luyện nghe bài hát This My One

UHH~! Where I they gotta temper they locks
Get they hair down at Nappy or Not (BAY AREA!!!)
No funk abusin the
off yola in the Wal*Mart parkin lot (parkin lot)
Hustle in our arteries, re-up and (cop)
Cemeteries, mortuaries, to get guap' (UHHH)
Drugs, and sex
one day, fed goods the next (UHHH~!)
I got a conversation
talk a cop out a ticket in front of the police station
My niggaz I'm a patient
When you're funkin or beefin all it is a little patience
(UHHH) be slick and sly
I ain't gon' kill nuttin, and I ain't gon' let die
up, suited up, rap for fun
Wanna hear this black right here? Nigga say, my one

Droop-E made the black, hog
Who that rappin on the track? 40-Wat' and Dawg
(At the bank call us Earl and Todd)
(We up all night, hard)
{can't stop won't stop} this my one
{We gotta get it how we get it} my one
{Like the beat knocks} this my one
'em all in the clubs yellin} this my one

[Too
Things can't the same
Somebody gotta the chain
Put some big money back in the
We havin big and we at it a-gain
But can you handle it
or would rather be grimy scandalous thangs?
You wanna ball, you can't him he ain't
Cause if the music don't pay he gon' sell 'em the
All the babies are growin up now
They got ADD, it up and act wild
hyper, she asked me if I like her
Slow down girl, you move faster than a
You're too freaky, you're way too
You could make money but you give it up easy
even get a coke dealer
You a bitch fuckin with a broke nigga!

UHHH... I play my
So much throb in the got the CD player skippin
(CD player skippin) I'm and sippin
Hood life, speed bumps in the district
UHHHHH~! Pimpin this the
Got the Chrysler lips, lookin like a
a PHANTOM!! I burn rubber on a hater
If it ain't about I'm hit the 'ccelerator

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Me and E-40, we rap for
on funky-ass tracks with slappin
Pay me up cause I'm not a dummy
Promoters bitches when I'm hot they want me
... And all the time
I stay on tour, all the dimes
I can't name 'em, the is long
But when they hear that bass shit say "This my one!"

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