Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Doin to Me

Now check it, kid on the record
Who you who you expected?
Gruff number one, get layed, in the sun
Now I'm gettin paid bustin my gun
Make music, but in I say boot it
But still in all I stay looted, in all
I'm the slick cat heav' recruited
No one see platinum and play stupid
Harlem's on the rise now, you 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' like oklahoma
Put the rap in the yoke and the coma
Feel fame comin closer, photograph on poster
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 tour crazy, leave shows wit or four ladies
Tryin to stroke out, stand up, out
Let the smoke out, let the out
Sexin broke out, begets no doubt
Niggas wanna be playas but no clout
Man bubbly refresh my
Besides been fresh before fresh was out
Check it out, check my background, how I'm layin my mack down
the store near you, for the hound phat sound
Herb flow, you ain't the first to know
Watch me burst and blow, 'cause I'm thirst for
No question g, destined to be
Tucks no less than a g, who fresher me?
Or heavy d, check the
uptown to beverly, papes be steady, see

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

Gruff official, the deal nigga, bust the crystal
Bust the style, baby the style
Dutch your isle, philly two mile
Nowadays niggas really be
What's goin on out there? is all I
on black crime, and you know the law don't care
War out there, almost got caught out
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 belong in prison
Lord 'em, please, for all that sinnin
Puffin weed and tossin

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