Luyện nghe bài hát Y.O.U.

Traces of on my collar
Baby you got to do some more to get this dollar
Hotter lava when you come believe that I'ma follow
Medana liketo drink, but she to swallow
Rockin' that Prada, stay up in the beauty parlor,
Girl it would be my honour, you my babymomma
Holler she hella proper, fuck with tha cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', them duckin' buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fuckin', then let me you somethin'
I'll knock the stuffin' off that English
tell me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' panty botton I'm stuckin'
All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh you nasty

Yo' I get it on
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my
your mouth with a torn stockin'
Rapped around and knockin' , I'm creepin' you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, darkening the erea, hop in
Pick up my nigga who helped me figured the plottin'
the tops, splittin' the dough
Shoppin' in York, first flockin'
Because I'm heavy like Bo coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', leave the parking
unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and labled the top ten!
it raw, lockin' 'n blockin',
Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so can stop watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em, to rock 'em stock 'em
Renevate your appartment, when these two barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie be spottin' on they tampons
I get 'em drippin' like Licky

[Chorus]: Redman,

Now who a nigga?!
[Now who a nigga?!]
Now who the nigga?!
[Now who the nigga?!]
Now who you nigga?!
[With who you nigga?!]
Who shit nigga?!
pop shit nigga?!]

[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] on!
[Come on!] on! [Come on!] Come on!
on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!
[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] on!

I figured it out: niggaz ain't as big as yo' mouth
My street-value well it won't even fit in yo' couch
When I titties come out
No matter what city hardcore committee's to fuck out
Son's ya duck out! to lose, poppin' a two up in ya goose
yo shoes, cuffle my boots, fuckin' with you
Blow my Anaconda Nirvana
Marijuana got bitches on they knees in Gabbanas
Gettin' 'em dirty with the hersey and the bombin'
the drama, fire two in ya armor
Ya betta call ma, the ice is a honour
To in help me lift an arm up, lebaba(?) ya momma
Even her donna, my dick is heronomic
out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty

Itchin' to the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance
Ain't go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no
Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me
mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep
I the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'
Rippin' compesitions, scrippin' them paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', like Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Kitchen, but still I'm forced bittin'
Shittin' like 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and
Chattin' Joe gettin'
All in the zone it off like Big Daddy
It no half-steppin'...I keep rappin'
Staten you sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith & Wessen , trashin' the and catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh you nasty