Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Tha Man

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

Federalies gaffling up so keep it
songs to do wrong so fuck being right
Late nite hype's the
Nobody 'em better to the letter
We gets the
To the way back
the half ounce lays
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
spends 20 g's in the casino
Hits the decked in armani
(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 see me, nobody I trust
Only the half ounce smokers get no cheese us

I said do you got
it out

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

To the
When I used to keeps my stash in the
Nowadays be clientele parents that push
In my drop top the laptop keeping up president straight
Ok, who gots the pick-up? bitch down at 8
My niggas got the pick-up, the starts ringing
It's payday, ho's know, that's why they singing
Dollar bills
And me throwing away
got me too fucked up thinking snaps grow on trees
Ain't no given away free cheese
And the bitch through anything that floss on these d's
Better watch out they might have you straight to your knees
Have a stretched out to the first degree
Not me - planes to big yachts
It's getting kinda hectic, I'm the spot
Chill ride, never pop, work this job, cold bitches that's
Married to mob

Chorus...

don't come easy
24 hour stand offs pushes to clucks with ? off?
No bitches ran off
With my pocket full of gold cause we got plenty of to unload
My bring paradise
side till I die, uh
Pocket of ice
No vice
Ho's
Walks the
Pimp scenes, mac mall and willie
Got a feather in my black hat nobody can't
Paper pretty much that's with & hutch
Give me the fed
away won't be nice, peep a nigga stretched out with federal life
Hard
No way out, surrender
But I got clout to out till next september
D.a. I'll fly away
To another country that won't extradite my
Me and a little by the bay
Pounds of yay' mr. ? ole?
And ain't got paper like this

Chorus...

Half in the house
Half in your mouth
And nobody got paper like this