Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Tha Man

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

Federalies up so keep it tight
These to do wrong so fuck being right
Late nite the fiends
serves 'em better to the letter
We the chedder
To the way days
Where the half ounce
Gun tucked by the
As the one struts
Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin' to get around here
Be another nigger locked up for the 10 years
No shapiro, no ? sapino? , big
Roulette spends 20 g's in the
Hits the blackjack decked in
(in a I'm clyde, my bitch is bonnie)
Too
Better yet too clean, pickin' the
Takin' you there like the staples, but they catchin' no vapors
You can't see me, nobody I
Only the ounce smokers get no cheese like us

I said do you got
it out

I we got paper, no doubt uh
Get your scrilla you can
Floss around town, bitch the man...

To the
When I used to keeps my stash in the
Nowadays be clientele with parents push
In my drop top with the laptop up president straight
Ok, who the pick-up? bitch touch down at 8
My niggas got the pick-up, the pager starts
It's payday, ho's know, why they start singing
bills y'all
And me away pleas
Fools got me too fucked up thinking snaps grow on
Ain't no government given away free
And the bitch going anything that floss on these d's
Better watch out cause they might have you straight to knees
Have a nigga out to the first degree
Not me - planes to big yachts
It's getting hectic, I'm shaking the spot
Chill ride, never pop, work this job, bitches that's down
Married to mob

Chorus...

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

Chorus...

Half ounce in the
Half in your mouth
And ain't nobody got paper this