Luyện nghe bài hát You Are Not M.O.

Pac down, Pac down, Pac
Pac down, out, act out
I'll pull card, no bitches ain't no, motherfuckin' joke
skin, dark skin, option, caution
I can't 'em, baby, plottin' on the low
Hit me on my phone, flip a O's
Ice cold, prices for the low
Never been a ho (Yuh), trench coat (Yuh)
Trippin' on my own, love bein'
Chasethemoney,
Chasethemoney,
Wait, me up, lil' bitch, yuh
Woo, woo, woo...

Hit my nigga when the Pack' touchdown
on the lick, fifty with the split
All my lil' youngins they hold this shit down
That's just how we formin', I up to somethin'
I'm runner
Niggas rogue, you are not M.O
Stop tryin' so hard, you're the most (Yeah)
Keep your circle close, (Close yeah, close yeah)
You ain't going nowhere,

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
The came, burned the hoe down
Propane in my van
Feeling good, like
Sorry shorty, I don't do that
So high like soul
All in my head tryna things
So high like plane
All in my head tryna know

Man she suck my dick, she it (Yeah)
Baby, don't bite it (Swear)
Fighting titan
I'll go Cuban in white in
I done percs I get to
I start I get violent
Gotta TV dinner, mama put her to the side and shit (Yuh, yuh)

it up, uh
it up, uh
Two phones, it up
I go get that bag, they see the stuff
Nigga do not play me we the puffs
I took three on a empty stomach
I made love to your bitch threw it up
Yeah, I three days, how you been like us?

What the fuck is on?
It's Bhris on the track, gonna fuck bitch in the ass
Yes, you what is going on
Yeah, it's me and will
Yeah, you gotta say some too
Ooh, ayy, let me my shit too
Ooh, hit her with a big tool
Ooh, and I take ass back to school
Ooh, skrrt, hit the coupe, ooh