Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Doin to Me

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

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

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

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

Gruff official, what the nigga, bust the crystal
the style, baby lust the style
Dutch isle, knowhatimean? philly two mile
niggas really be foul
What's goin on out there? is all I
Black on black crime, and you 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 songs in they
Know people think I don't belong in
Lord forgive 'em, please, for all that
weed and tossin women

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