Luyện nghe bài hát Yae Yo

We this baby, oh shit
What the happened?
Nah man, nah, nah what I'm a do
I'm a get on the phone one
Stupid, yo, aiyyo,

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

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

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

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

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