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 yawnin' I'm so tired of
Yeah, Only selling to them workaholics
Got bigger than you nigga, I don't fuck with new niggas
I your bitch ass hopes somebody give you rhythm
I got all in my flo'
Take your shoes off at the
Niggas feed these bitch's lies, nigga don't food my ho
I buy my for the low, like a coupon on at the store
My nigga's like Kanye with good
My nigga's Lou Rawls with that blow
Niggas be sayin' they racked up, let that Q-ball leave you broke
I know you want a pat on the back, but those fools goin' see you choke
I saw yo' bitch and she said, she to move on and let go
Boy I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves you don't even
Nigga's be over these ho's, I done came too far to get close
I've been outchea gettin' bread, and I don't you all in my loaf
If you stick your neck out there, I'll have my all at your throat
be lukewarm at the most
And when I'm ballin' I coach
out to my nigga Mack
Gettin' his boo on in Ghost
I'm still off the top of the dome
But it'd be on a tombstone if I

My kids already and they don't even know
These nigga's sayin' they playa's, ain't even scored
My rolling my weed, she don't even smoke
Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses,
Uh
My cologne in nine countries
I found a way like it was from me
Yeah, my weed good, my sex
Bitch, don't me no long letters
I'm ahead of the game, I need a
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 mean hug
And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare
I woke up this morning, dick hard
Dick harder a armadilla'
MLK be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my nigga's
Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is of hard decisions
If she fuckin', she get the boot
Let me write this bitch a ticket
got time for love life
All I know is get
I'm high Bonjour
like French 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 didn't even her

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

Pass that to the next nigga
Blunt than a tongue twista
Ho's want scud missile
I'mma ball, like
Lil Tunchi Li, sex pistol
New money, no
I'm hard headed,
Dedication
Uh

up 5?
Rocko fuck me!
Yeah!
Future fuck me!
Yeah!
T, I like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift, man nigga's been dead
5!