Luyện nghe bài hát Y.O.U.

(feat. Redman)

Traces of on my collar
Baby you got to do some more to get last dollar
Hotter than lava when you come believe I'ma follow
Lady Madonna like the dick but she like to swallow
Rockin' that product, honey stay up in the
Girl it would be my honour, you my babymomma
Holler she hella proper, fuck tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fuckin', then let me show you
I'll knock that stuffin' off that English
tell me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' button in when I'm stuckin'
All of a sudden, gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you nasty

Yo' I get it on
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my
Suckin' your mouth a torn stockin'
Rapped around ya noggin, I'm creepin' when you
Shoot out the lights, the erea, then hop in
Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me the plottin'
the tops, splittin' the dough
Shoppin' in rotten--New York, first
I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', leave the parking
unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and album enterin' the top ten!
it raw, lockin' 'n blockin',
Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so cops can watchin'
I put 'em in and 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em
Renevate your appartment, when these two things
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie holes be on they tampons
I get 'em dripple like Leaky

Redman, (Meth)]

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 rock nigga?!
(Who pop nigga?!)

(Come on!) on! (Come on!) Come on!
(Come on!) on! (Come on!) Come on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) on!

I figured it out: ya'll niggaz ain't as big as yo'
My street-value well it ain't won't even fit in yo'
When I bust titties out
No matter what city hardcore committee's to fuck out
ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo shoes, on my boots, fuckin' with you
my Anaconda like Nirvana
Marhihuana got bitches on they knees and they gon' us
Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the and the bombin'
Holla the drama, two in ya armor
Ya pigeon betta call ma, the ice is a
To in help me lift an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya
Even dirty her donna, my dick is
out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty

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