Luyện nghe bài hát Y.O.U.

Traces of lipstick on my
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, Honey up in the beauty parlor,
Girl it would be my honour, you my babymomma
Holler she hella proper, fuck tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' duckin' buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fuckin', then let me show you
I'll knock the stuffin' off that Muffin
Can't me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' botton when I'm stuckin'
All of a sudden, gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you nasty

Yo' I get it on
Doc, yo' doors, clockin' my drawers
Suckin' mouth with a torn stockin'
Rapped and knockin' , I'm creepin' when 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'
I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', leave the parking
Niggaz unforgetable can be
Doc and labled the top ten!
Choppin' it raw, 'n blockin',
Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so cops can watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em 'em
Renevate your appartment, when these two things
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie hoes be spottin' on tampons
I get 'em drippin' Licky Falls

[Chorus]: Redman,

Now who a nigga?!
who a snitch nigga?!]
Now who the nigga?!
who the sick nigga?!]
Now who you nigga?!
who you with nigga?!]
Who rock nigga?!
pop shit nigga?!]

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

I figured it out: ya'll niggaz ain't as big as yo'
My street-value well it won't even fit in yo' couch
When I bust titties out
No matter what city committee's dumb to fuck out
Son's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya
Buckle yo shoes, cuffle my boots, fuckin' you
Blow my Anaconda Nirvana
Marijuana got bitches on they knees in Gabbanas
Gettin' 'em dirty with the hersey and the bombin'
Holla the drama, two in ya armor
Ya pigeon betta ma, the ice is a honour
To in me lift an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma
Even dirty her donna, my dick is
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 in? Ain't got no competition
Listen, I the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'
Come mis and catch a whippin', now is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens keep forgettin'
I the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'
Rippin' these compesitions, them paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm forced
Shittin' 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'
Chattin' like Joe
All in the zone settin' it off like Big
It ain't no half-steppin'...I keep
Staten you sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith & Wessen , trashin' the and catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you