Luyện nghe bài hát Yae Yo

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

Why this shit cooking up right
told me this is solid white
Fuck it wrap it up take it back up, still in all it's a out
Tired of money, might get them niggaz laid out
Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo, stop acting yo
And yo don't point shit at me
Bad enough I come in the crib
Wid Spanish niggaz using and shit

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

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

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

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