Luyện nghe bài hát Yae Yo

We this 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 ain't cooking up
Papi told me this is white
it wrap it up take it back up, still in all it's a play out
Tired of money, might get them niggaz laid out
Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo, stop hostile yo
And yo don't point shit at me
Bad I gotta come in the crib
Wid Spanish using 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 happened?
Shit cooking up backwards, light up a
Don't make me backtrack, it dime it the llelo lay low
Saying in my mind, fuck that gotta pay off
Cash rules the woo chant it
Yo Louis this ain't our product, this is Carlos

Oh y'all play me like a smoker
Coming out my ice choker, my man in the looking colder
Papi yo why wanna jucks me
Yo listen B we got the best since '83
Fuck it, pull out the pot let's 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

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

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