Luyện nghe bài hát Y.O.U.

(feat. Redman)

Traces of lipstick on my
Baby you got to do some to get this last dollar
Hotter than lava when you come believe that follow
Lady Madonna like the dick but she like to swallow
Rockin' that product, honey stay up in the
Girl it be my honour, make you my babymomma
Holler she proper, fuck with tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them buckin'
then finga-fuckin', then let me show you somethin'
I'll knock stuffin' off that English muffin
Can't me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' panic button in I'm stuckin'
All of a sudden, gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you nasty

Yo' I get it on
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, my drawers
Suckin' your mouth a torn stockin'
Rapped ya noggin, I'm creepin' when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, the erea, then hop in
up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, the dough
Shoppin' in York, first flockin'
I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya from Fo sparkin', they leave the parking
Niggaz can be forgotten
Doc and album enterin' the top ten!
Choppin' it raw, 'n blockin',
Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so can stop watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to 'em stock 'em
Renevate your appartment, when two things barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie be spottin' on they tampons
I get 'em dripple Leaky faucets

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 shit nigga?!
(Who pop nigga?!)

(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) 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 ya'll niggaz ain't as big as yo' mouth
My street-value well it ain't even fit in yo' couch
I bust titties come out
No matter city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out
Son's ya out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo shoes, scuff on my boots, fuckin' you
my Anaconda like Nirvana
Marhihuana got bitches on they knees and they bind us
Gettin' 'em dirty dirty the hersey and the bombin'
Holla the drama, fire two in ya
Ya pigeon betta call ma, the ice is a
To in help me an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma
Even her donna, my dick is heronomic
Pull out a Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty

Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo'
go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition
Listen, I the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'
Come mis and catch a whippin', now kids is different
Ditchin' them double-dippin', that keep forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin', or
these compesitions, scrippin' them paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', like Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm bittin'
like 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'
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 & wesson, the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty