Luyện nghe bài hát 2 B U

Most I drive with a samurai eye
'cause my says my style was set the fly
and held tight like a pistol
with a new to the word pistol whip
she she loves how I look in the rain
but i never cry, yo, it shows my pain
so I threw on the hat and all that
man imma rap cat I dont all that
Man God

Primetime on the grime
baby lookin at me tryin ta read my
she can see that my mouth be spittin
but she ain never been in love a peices sign
man now im like a parlays bet
im in the cd player of coke connect
fucker on fucker flame off
you can see my if the game lost

Adjust the base on the
roll the blunts optimos is
I smooth like Cappadonna
hang with sharks and piranhas
keep my style all in your
and shake my shirley temple
I just might fly on
and beat this piece in the rental
she I

come in there armani suits
lookin way too
tell the freak ta the loot
man imma tell you one two times
the homie down the street yo hes got 3
see where im yo that aint to crime
see certain hafta keep your ass in line

if it shines and gets dark
throw a new engine in a old
the silver Fox with the
here to shake the
you bake the rocks
and to the cream
but taste the cream
'cause you make the cream its the shceme
na'
man its something a vegas roll
you get to chopin up and i can get with major
you get to runnin like a when the dangers go
youre if you even get the change of clothes

swicth up to a light
its like cuttin butter baby a sharper knife
blunted up one day off
lookin at me takin off my shoe
she me somethin that I neva eva knew
she said "Nicky, I wonder what like to be you."

I keep it goin on, on
baby till the break of
Andre Nicky baby make me none
im ta get everything under the sun
I like when you put my up in a bun
I go like an arsonist
I put the dope together like pharmacist
and wrong with this
and whos bomb is
man the blunt is rolled tighter a boxer's fist
God
I down like candle wax
I you off guard see if you can handle that
Man im the coka-cola
do it like the
so slow because it sticks like jail
why is the judge raisin up bail?
thats your sister baby I couldnt
I roll around DJ Run
my thug homies me to see they guns
i get you like a boxin ref
man up with that freak,
have you her yet?
I popeyes like gourmet
Zap cold bumps and chantea
my nails cut with precision
add and multiply
money makins how im
weed up in the kitchen
you 'aight
im at the bird like a ray southern like a ghost
turn around and dissappear or like a ghost
lookin a cat that just got chose
smellin like a rolls closin all doors