Luyện nghe bài hát U.O.E.N.O.

Uh, I'm flying private through 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm
Yeah, I'm I'm so tired of ballin'
Yeah, Only selling to them workaholics
Got guns than you nigga, I don't fuck with new niggas
I blue's bitch ass hopes somebody give you rhythm
I got all in my flo'
Take shoes off at the door
Niggas feed these bitch's lies, nigga food poison my ho
I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the
My like Kanye with that good
My nigga's like Lou Rawls that blow
Niggas be sayin' they racked up, don't let that Q-ball leave you
I know you want a pat on the back, but then fools goin' see you choke
I saw yo' bitch and she said, she tryin' to on and let go
Boy I get up in that pussy and hit her moves you don't even know
Nigga's be trippin' over these ho's, I came too far to get close
I've been gettin' bread, and I don't need you all in my loaf
If you your neck out there, I'll have my goon's all at your throat
Nigga's be lukewarm at the
And when I'm through I coach
Shout out to my Mack
his boo on in that Ghost
I'm coming off the top of the dome
But be on a tombstone if I wrote

My kids rich and they don't even know
These nigga's sayin' playa's, they ain't even scored
My bitch rolling my weed, she don't even
Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses,
Uh
My cologne in nine countries
I a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my good, my sex better
Bitch, text me no long letters
I'm of the game, I need a blowjob
Most of these ain't got no job
And these goin' buy em' everything
You goin' around, and get the ho robbed
I'm ahead of the game, I a haircut
Used to hug the block, I bear hug
And tell them the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums
I woke up this morning, dick rock
Dick harder a armadilla'
MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my
Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of decisions
If she fuckin', she get the boot
Let me write this bitch a parking
got time for love life
All I know is get
I'm high Bonjour
Twisted like braids
I got my own shoes,
T, I feel MJ
I'm working graveyard shift, man these nigga's been dead
Uh
I feel asleep in that and I didn't even know
I woke up and acted like I even know her

Don't fuck these fuck nigga's, you already know us
I'm looking for that loud pack, bring the noise

Pass that weed to the next
Blunt longer a tongue twista
Ho's want this scud
I'mma ball, like
Lil Tunchi Li, young sex
New money, no
I'm hard headed,
Cinco
Uh

up 5?
Rocko with me!
Yeah!
fuck with me!
Yeah!
T, I feel MJ
I'm working that shift, man these nigga's been dead
5!