Luyện nghe bài hát U.O.E.N.O.

Uh, I'm private through Cloud 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm
Yeah, I'm I'm so tired of ballin'
Yeah, Only selling work to workaholics
Got guns bigger you nigga, I don't fuck with new niggas
I blue's your ass hopes somebody give you rhythm
I got all in my flo'
Take your off at the door
feed these bitch's lies, nigga don't food poison my ho
I buy my drugs for the low, a coupon on at the store
My nigga's like with that good
My nigga's like Lou with 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 those goin' see you choke
I saw yo' and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go
Boy I get up in that and hit her with moves you don't even know
Nigga's be trippin' over these ho's, I 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, have my goon's all at your throat
Nigga's be lukewarm at the
And I'm through 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 if I wrote

My kids already and they don't even know
These nigga's they playa's, they ain't even scored
My bitch rolling my weed, she don't smoke
Everybody following me, I even Moses, nigga
Uh
My illegal 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 ahead of the game, I a blowjob
Most of ho's ain't got no job
And these goin' buy em' everything
You fuck around, and get the ho robbed
I'm of the game, I need a haircut
Used to hug the block, I mean hug
And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, snare drums
I woke up this morning, dick rock
Dick harder a armadilla'
MLK would be proud of me, I do this shit for all my nigga's
Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is of hard decisions
If she ain't fuckin', she get the
Let me write bitch a parking ticket
Ain't got for love life
All I is get paid
I'm high like
like French braids
I got my own shoes,
T, I like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift, man these nigga's dead
Uh
I feel asleep in pussy and I didn't even know
I woke up and acted like I didn't even her

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

Pass that weed to the next
Blunt longer than a twista
Ho's want this missile
I'mma ball, Crystal
Lil Tunchi Li, sex pistol
New money, no
I'm headed, Ocho
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!