Luyện nghe bài hát Yae Yo

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

Why this shit cooking up right
Papi told me this is solid
Fuck it wrap it up take it back up, still in all it's a out
of spending 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 I gotta come in the crib
Wid Spanish niggaz using languages and

I'm feeling like a dick, the crib with my hand brolic
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
Saying in my mind, fuck Papi gotta pay off
rules the power woo chant it
Yo Louis this ain't our product, is Carlos family

Oh y'all wanna play me 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, out the pot let's cook it, light the stove up
Julie go to the store get flour, sat back burning a big dutch
With the crisp eighteen shot glock, stashed in my
Poured it in the sizzling, now it start drizzling

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

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