Luyện nghe bài hát Ali Bomaye

Get my people out them nigga
I handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? you sayin' bruh
I'm a black man, in a Phantom
Or is it 'cause my tinted
Car cost 300 thou' and I Indo in it
You mad 'cause your daughter fuck me on spring break
Well, fuck her 'til the springs break

Yeah another one 'cause I'm winnin'
And my four door looking real
Jam ''em on the tire, in threads that won't
I'm in a class of my own, my got fired
getting long, pussy rate keep rising
Versace outfit me 3,000
From the P houses, did it the weak hours
Selling chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
you get the power, then you get respect
I'm getting so money I can buy ya bitch
Take it how you wanna, if you take it
I like clubs where all the working naked
Fell in love a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking
Bought that ho a ring it was for her
Uhn, that's pimpin' slick
Got a of cologne that cost more than your rent

Fuck mad at me for
Got a black card, and a black
With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the thing in (Montana)
Got a bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
My threw them gloves on and beat another case
Fuck mad at me for, 'cause my belt got two G's on it
Her belt got two C's on it, my daughter's got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Boosie and C-Murder
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see
And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no
I'm insane and you Usain, nigga turn on them burners
Got ?, ?
Got dope to sell in this hotel, no price, no retail
You a nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell
I'm on the block D 12, I got the white, no D-12
Like a nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K
And that's shit, no Will Smith, and no ?
But yellin'

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a fuck it let 'em spray

I take my case to trial, hire the Dream
Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things
I dream big, I think
Inhale smoke, Hawaiian bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with
Run to niggas for help, favors I one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers, it just like the majors
Hit you right above navel, now you in pavement
Gold medals on my neck, I call it Phelps
settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging

Unless it's ass in a thong, hit ass and I'm gone
Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the
I'm waving the Tec, Tity the Mac
in the back, [gonna lap?]
Got a bitch look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap
Got a call from Skateboard, 'em up at Lax
Speaking skateboards, where at?
Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a back
2 Chainz!

on a nigga track
No lie, No Lie got a plaque
got a house, daughter got accounts
Just to think a nigga like me with a ounce
Bad bitches and D-boys, we 'em out
If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we 'em out
This the of ghetto intelligence, if you got work
Go to the work at your residence
For
Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is
Riding through the jungles in that mothafuckin''
a gray ghost, with the ears on it
Swimming through the hood it got fins on it (Tell 'em!)
You I got that work on the foreman grill
the muthafuckas in, made another mill'
Got a nigga like Cassius Clay
Thrilla in Manilla, want it whip his ass today

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle it let 'em spray