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
that paper
We it
it out

Federalies up so keep it tight
songs to do wrong so fuck being right
Late nite hype's the
Nobody serves 'em to the letter
We the chedder
To the way days
Where the half lays
Gun by the nuts
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 ? , big bambino
Roulette spends 20 g's in the
Hits the blackjack decked in
(in a 9-6-5 I'm clyde, my is bonnie)
Too
Better yet too clean, pickin' the
Takin' you there the staples, but they ain't catchin' no vapors
You can't see me, nobody I
Only the half ounce smokers get no cheese us

I do you got paper?
it out

I we got paper, no doubt uh
Get your anyway 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 up president straight
Ok, who gots the pick-up? bitch touch at 8
My niggas got the pick-up, the pager ringing
It's payday, ho's know, why they start singing
bills y'all
And me away pleas
Fools got me too fucked up thinking grow 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 stretched out to the first
Not me - drivin' planes to big
It's getting hectic, I'm shaking the spot
Chill ride, never pop, work this job, bitches that's down
to this mob

Chorus...

Money come easy
24 hour stand pushes to clucks with ? hand off?
No bitches 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 vice
Ho's
the boulevards
Pimp scenes, mac mall and green
Got a feather in my black hat can't touch
Paper pretty much with starsky & hutch
Give me the fed
Locked away be nice, peep a nigga stretched out with federal life
times
No way out, better
But I got clout to out till next september
D.a. pay-pay fly away
To another country won't extradite my stay
Me and a senorita by the bay
of yay' mr. tony ? ole?
And ain't nobody got paper like

Chorus...

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