Luyện nghe bài hát You Are Not M.O.

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

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

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
The path came, burned the hoe
Propane in my van
good, like okay
Sorry shorty, I do that cocaine
So high soul plane
All in my head know things
So high soul plane
All in my head tryna know

Man she suck my dick, she it (Yeah)
Baby, just bite it (Swear)
Fighting teen
I'll go Cuban in white in
I percs I get to wildin'
I itchin' 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, gon' see the stuff
Nigga do not me like we the puffs
I three percocets on a empty stomach
I made love to bitch then threw it up
Yeah, I eatin' three days, how you been us?

What the is going on?
It's on the track, gonna fuck your bitch in the ass
Yes, you know is going on
Yeah, me and absent will
Yeah, you say some shit too
Ooh, ayy, let me my shit too
Ooh, I'ma hit her with a big
Ooh, and I take they ass to school
Ooh, skrrt, hit the coupe, ooh