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 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
Where the half lays
Gun by the nuts
As the one time
Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin' to get around here
Be another locked up for the next 10 years
No shapiro, no ? , big bambino
Roulette spends 20 g's in the
the blackjack decked in armani
(in a 9-6-5 I'm clyde, my is bonnie)
Too
yet too clean, pickin' the paper
Takin' you there like the staples, but they catchin' no vapors
You see me, nobody I trust
the half ounce smokers get no cheese like us

I do you got paper?
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 in the bush
Nowadays be clientele with that push
In my drop top with the laptop keeping up straight
Ok, who gots the bitch touch down at 8
My got the pick-up, the pager starts ringing
It's payday, ho's know, that's why start singing
bills y'all
And me throwing pleas
Fools got me too fucked up thinking snaps grow on
Ain't no government given away cheese
And the bitch going anything that 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 kinda hectic, I'm shaking the
Chill ride, never pop, work this job, cold bitches that's
Married to mob

Chorus...

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

Chorus...

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