Luyện nghe bài hát Yae Yo

We doing this baby, oh
What the fuck
Nah man, nah, nah this I'm a do
I'm a get on the phone one
Stupid, yo, aiyyo,

Why shit ain't cooking up right
Papi told me this is solid
Fuck it wrap it up it back up, still in all it's a play out
Tired of spending money, might get niggaz laid out
Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo, stop acting yo
And yo don't that shit at me
Bad I gotta come in the crib
Wid Spanish niggaz languages and shit

I'm feeling like a dick, the crib with my hand brolic
This is some bullshit, might get knocked take the coward
Yo Fernando what
Shit up backwards, light up a backwood
Don't make me backtrack, it dime it the llelo lay low
Saying in my mind, fuck Papi gotta pay off
Cash rules the woo chant it
Yo this ain't our product, this is Carlos family

Oh wanna play me like a smoker
Coming out my ice choker, my man in the looking colder
Papi yo why y'all wanna me
Yo listen B we got the clientele since '83
Fuck it, pull out the pot cook it, light the stove up
go to the store get some flour, sat back burning a big dutch
With the crisp eighteen glock, stashed in my nuts
Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling, now it start

day murder black won't miss him
Still I'm yelling this shit is business, but they still gonna violate
What I for with these drizzers
He took it off the stove run the
Trying to work me yo, I shouldn't a hit the nigga's daughter
He showed more love
went in the freeze, broke the ice down, pour it in
We both looking at it on the twirl around grew

Fly Khaluas is mad coronas through
like Castro's cousin, gave them niggaz all of my life
All of my paper all my judgment, it droppa only like an ounce
Should I just come out my shirt, go berserk and let the macks
Skate off body in the Bronx, shit, Gotti was on
they gonna get your's play it calm
Seventeen was the total plus the five
Hundred for the cab driver was rollin'