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 paid without bustin my gun
Make music, but still in I say it
But in all I stay looted, still in all
I'm the slick cat that heav'
No one see and then play stupid
on the rise now, you surprised 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' like oklahoma
Put the rap game in the yoke and the
Feel comin closer, photograph name on poster
in the rover

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

Yo it to ya hardcore, but never raw baby
Be on tour crazy, shows wit three or four ladies
to stroke out, stand up, poke out
Let the out, let the loke out
Sexin broke out, rock no doubt
Niggas be playas but just no clout
Man bubbly my mouth
Besides that been before fresh was out
Check it out, check my background, check how I'm my mack down
Check the store you, for the hound phat sound
could flow, you ain't the first 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 heavy d, check the
uptown to beverly, papes be steady, see

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Ooh rougher than rough, big m, c, gruff
You get enough, say what

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

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