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' paper
We it
it out

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

I do you got paper?
it out

I said we got paper, no uh
Get your scrilla you can
Floss town, bitch who's 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 keeping up president 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 away
Fools got me too fucked up thinking snaps on trees
Ain't no government given free cheese
And the bitch going through that floss on these d's
Better watch out cause they might have you straight to knees
a nigga stretched out to the first degree
Not me - planes to big yachts
It's getting kinda hectic, I'm shaking the
ride, never pop, work this job, cold bitches that's down
Married to mob

Chorus...

Money don't easy
24 hour stand offs pushes to clucks with ? off?
No ever ran off
With my pocket full of gold cause we got plenty of tecs to
My perils paradise
West till I die, uh
full of ice
No squads
still
Walks the
Pimp scenes, mac and willie green
Got a in my black hat nobody can't touch
Paper pretty much that's starsky & hutch
me the fed time
Locked away won't be nice, peep a nigga stretched out with life
times
No way out, better
But I got clout to stay out next september
D.a. I'll pay-pay fly
To another country won't extradite my stay
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 ounce in mouth
And nobody got paper like this