Luyện nghe bài hát Yep, I'm Back

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Now everybody get your up
Now everybody get your up

Loso, mo betta, mo
I do da rose, I am not a
Challenge me the bling, these n*** know betta
The wings are as big as the logo on sweaters

H*** betta have a back attack
I come through like a funeral, all black on
6 deuces, all back to back
Few Spurs, all back to back

We da 04, 05 in dem
When it comes to makin Os we dunkin to dem
Na, I talkin donuts
Im talkin' white ones like the low cuts

You couldnt see me if you stood on your tipy
But you could smell this *** with da zipy closed
Damn Doe, the seats is peanut butter
You neva seen a studda like street fidda damn

Yep, Im back stuntin, yep, Im frontin
Yep, Im somebody who made outta nothin
Yep, I know you see somethin dat you
Its just about me, you can't go without me, yall

Said you go on without me, yall
you cant go on without me, yall
Now get your hands up
Now get your hands up

Mo' stuntin, mo'
How you it, homie? Show sum'n
You ask about him, he go hard
With dat A M E X Negro

Last time I was seen in a strip club
I hurricane Katrina da club
May I say I away
fly till the day I fade away

Hey, I prey, I stay out of a way
Lemme like A.I. just get to da point
Lemme hear him say I when he spit to the
You hear it spray when I get to the joint

And a blind man see dat the n*** wit Fab
Is gonna come like dudes
Came for at the Babylon
Rapid fire, do you know a rappa flyer? The L O S O, I no

Yep, Im stuntin, yep, Im back frontin
Yep, Im somebody who somethin' outta nothin
Yep, I know you see dat you wantin
Its somethin' about me, you cant go without me, yall

Said you go on without me, yall
Said you cant go on without me,
Now everybody get your up
Now get your hands up

Mo' winin, mo'
slow winin, gangstas throw signs in
I help that the chain is so shinin
Dat this s*** on my wrist is just

dont search us, they know we got the flamers
Still let us slide the door like Craimer
I believe in God but my true
Is big faces down in these True Religions

We everywhere, you aint there
New Coupes, shoes shine patented leather Airs
Pushin sum'n, we got our names on
Two 07s, neither one of us is Bond

We in da VIPs wit da big
Fendi aviator wit the big frames
The streets is watchin, is lookin
Brooklyns back, well, look at how good Im

Yep, Im back stuntin, yep, Im back
Yep, Im somebody who made somethin' nothin
Yep, I you see somethin dat you wantin
Its just somethin' about me, you go without me, yall

Said you go on without me, yall
Said you go on without me, yall
Now get your hands up
Now everybody get your up