Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Doin to Me

Now check it, kid on the record
Who you thought? who you
Gruff one, get layed, lust in the sun
Now I'm gettin without bustin my gun
Make music, but still in I say it
But still in all I stay looted, in all
I'm the slick cat that heav'
No one see platinum and then stupid
Harlem's on the rise now, you now
For who slept, bet they recognize now
Can't hold us, can't to see my ro' wristband wit boulders
Can't my soldiers, told ya
We gon' explode oklahoma
Put the rap game in the yoke and the
Feel fame comin closer, photograph name on
in the rover

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What cha to me? keep comin baby
How you makin me feel, keep baby

Yo give it to ya hardcore, but raw baby
Be on crazy, leave shows wit three or four ladies
to stroke out, stand up, poke out
Let the smoke out, let the out
Sexin out, rock begets no doubt
Niggas wanna be but just no clout
Man refresh my mouth
Besides that been before fresh was out
Check it out, check my background, check how I'm layin my mack
Check the store near you, for the hound phat
Herb could flow, you ain't the to know
Watch me burst and blow, 'cause I'm for dough
No question g, millionaire to be
Tucks no less a g, who fresher than me?
Or d, check the pedigree
uptown to beverly, papes be steady, see

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Ooh than rough, big m, little c, gruff
You can't get enough, say

Gruff official, the deal nigga, bust the crystal
the style, baby lust the style
Dutch your isle, knowhatimean? philly two
Nowadays really be foul
What's goin on out is all I hear
on black crime, and you know the law don't care
War out there, almost got out there
But I didn't, so I gotta thank the out there, 'cause there is one
Know people listen to my in they system
Know people think I belong in prison
Lord forgive 'em, please, for all that
Puffin weed and women

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