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 keep it
These songs to do wrong so fuck being
Late nite the fiends
serves 'em better to the letter
We gets the
To the way days
Where the ounce lays
Gun by the nuts
As the one time
Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin' to get caught here
Be nigger locked up for the next 10 years
No shapiro, no ? sapino? , big
Roulette spends 20 g's in the
the blackjack decked in armani
(in a 9-6-5 I'm clyde, my is bonnie)
Too
Better yet too clean, the paper
Takin' you there like the staples, but ain't catchin' no vapors
You see me, nobody I trust
the half ounce smokers get no cheese like us

I said do you got
it out

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

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

Chorus...

don't come easy
24 hour stand offs pushes to with ? hand off?
No bitches ran off
With my pocket full of gold cause we got plenty of to unload
My perils paradise
West till I die, uh
full of ice
No squads
Ho's
Walks the
Pimp scenes, mac mall and willie
Got a feather in my black hat 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
Hard
No way out, surrender
But I got to stay out till next september
D.a. pay-pay fly away
To another country that won't my stay
Me and a little by the bay
Pounds of mr. tony ? ole?
And ain't nobody got paper this

Chorus...

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