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 it tight
These to do wrong so fuck being right
nite hype's the fiends
Nobody serves 'em to the letter
We gets the
To the way back
the half ounce lays
Gun tucked by the
As the one time
Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin' to get caught around
Be another locked up for the next 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 ain't no vapors
You can't see me, I trust
Only the ounce smokers get no cheese like us

I said do you got
it out

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

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

Chorus...

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

Chorus...

Half in the house
Half in your mouth
And ain't nobody got paper like