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 joke B
Whoever think I'm not
This is for ya'll punk
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

See the game was always the man's sport
That's what Cam thought so
I had a grams bought
On the kept it inside the Jansport

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

A little indo, that's when yo, I
"I'm messin' with bimbos"
It's easier to pimp hoes, they simp hoe
It don't take to make her

take her to a place where it's nice
Show her the ice and might give her a fur
'Cause girls I control them
Old and sassy, old and

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

Range Ro' and life size
My girl yo she pies
A Benz is what my drives
You know nigga, executive thug

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

A lil' thick chick click quick
Do anything for the dick
You know what that puzzles me?
I find this shit a

How come when you got a
say you got a little
Like they say you act a funny
you got a litte money
And you did a little and made a little money

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

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

Yeah, I'm a harsh nigga drink hard liquor
A six car getter, you know Digga
He ain't rich, he's a figure
Platinum deep, with Jews
Chills up at barmitzfah's

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

And even Cuda ran, you know 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 dough

Now I up clicks, eat up chicks
Ask my man how I up shit
And when I'm out of work, I got to quick
six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my bank rise and no bitch I high

I've hotter since
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 Un to bring the gats down
He spat rounds, I that nigga clap towns
But me I never back

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