Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Nice

Yo, me up some B
I'm to lace ya'll, check it out
I'm not a muthafuckin' B
think I'm not nice
This is for punk muthafuckas
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

See the drug was always the man's sport
That's what Cam thought so
I had a hundred grams
On the transport kept it inside the

A real game, we ain't care who we blame
Shit was all the until Guili' came with a moody aim
You know the nigga, a fight crime approach
Acting like a kind host but gettin' for a roach

A little indo, when yo, I said
"I'm messin' these bimbos"
It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they hoe
It take much to make her

Just take her to a where it's nice
Show her the ice and give her a fake fur
'Cause I control them classy
Old and sassy, old and

I gonna front that nigga Gold, he gassed me
But now I'm flowin' fastly, rollin'
Just a while ago, I was badly
We was on the low wit Aggie but now have we

Range Ro' and Navy size
My girl yo she pies
A Benz is what my wife
You Qeet' nigga, executive thug

But she me and loves
Don't let your meet her slug
she sprayed out and layed out
Ineffections of

A lil' thick that'll click quick
Do anything for the dick
You what else that puzzles me?
I find this a riddle

How when you got a lot?
People say you got a
Like say you act a little funny
'Cause you got a money
And you did a little song and made a little

Oh, you my favorite
Oh, you think you a little
'Cause you got a little
And you a little car

I prove they all are
Saying that they got a
Hang 'em up on a barber
Yo, you you got attire
To the point Stoudamire

Yeah, I'm a harsh that drink hard liquor
A six car getter, you know Digga
He rich, he's a star figure
deep, hangs with Jews
Chills up at their

He the hooligans
Now we eat at
Ed Lover and Doctor Dre
We them niggas who the man
Pulled the toast out on these niggas one

And even Cuda ran, you that I'm a skitzo
Who listens to calypso but I'm quick
And old school like hungry, hungry
Ask my Queens niggaz how I get kiko

Now I up clicks, eat up chicks
Ask my man how I beat up
And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up
Every six the same pies, from Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my bank rise and no bitch I ain't

I've been hotter
I was in hittin' pinatas
You win nada, on I got put on
By and Big Poppa

So I'm glad you sat
I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the down
He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap
But me I never back

My mother, she can sign
I know you're thinkin' that 'bout that time
I wanna rewind that
So go and rewind it faggot