Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Tha Man

Hey (c'mon)
To the full degree (c'mon, geah it out)
(check it out)
We it
Gettin' that
We it
it out

Federalies gaffling up so it tight
songs to do wrong so fuck being right
Late nite hype's the
Nobody serves 'em to the letter
We gets the
To the way days
Where the half lays
Gun tucked by the
As the one time
Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin' to get caught here
Be another locked up for the next 10 years
No shapiro, no ? , big bambino
Roulette 20 g's in the casino
the blackjack decked in armani
(in a 9-6-5 I'm clyde, my is bonnie)
Too
Better yet too clean, pickin' the
you there like the staples, but they ain't catchin' no vapors
You see me, nobody I trust
Only the half smokers get no cheese like us

I said do you got
it out

I said we got paper, no uh
Get scrilla anyway you can
Floss town, bitch who's the man...

To the
I used to keeps my stash in the bush
Nowadays be with parents that push
In my top with the laptop keeping up president straight
Ok, who gots the pick-up? bitch down at 8
My niggas got the pick-up, the pager ringing
It's payday, ho's know, why they start singing
Dollar bills
And me throwing pleas
Fools got me too fucked up thinking grow on trees
no government given away free cheese
And the bitch going through anything floss on these d's
watch out cause they might have you straight to your knees
Have a nigga stretched out to the degree
Not me - drivin' to big yachts
It's getting hectic, I'm shaking the spot
Chill ride, never pop, work this job, cold that's down
to this mob

Chorus...

Money come easy
24 stand offs pushes to clucks with ? hand off?
No ever ran off
With my pocket of gold cause we got plenty of tecs to unload
My perils paradise
West side I die, uh
Pocket of ice
No vice
still
Walks the
scenes, mac mall and willie green
Got a feather in my black hat nobody can't
Paper pretty that's with starsky & hutch
me the fed time
Locked away won't be nice, peep a nigga stretched out federal life
times
No way out, better
But I got clout to stay out till next
D.a. I'll pay-pay fly
To another country won't extradite my stay
Me and a senorita by the bay
Pounds of yay' mr. ? ole?
And ain't got paper like this

Chorus...

Half ounce in the
Half ounce in mouth
And ain't got paper like this