Luyện nghe bài hát Corporate Thuggin'

I I'm corporate thuggin', C T E
Until the day I die that's the way gon' be
Thug I'm bumpin' number 3
on some killa shit that I got from Zone 3

Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah, we call it
I'm good in every hood know me
So don't wake me up, I swear to God I'm
Pray fo Uncle Ray, yeah, dat still beamin'

Lookin' fly in the cock pit a nigga leanin'
out here so a nigga still schemin'
And I make music fo da muthafuckin' critics
They understand 'cuz they ain't muthafuckin' littin'

And I ain't trippin' on the I got a muthafuckin' plug
Keep me 5 mics, I'm still a muthafuckin'
Now the question is, can a really rap?
And the is you eva been to da trap?

Bitch, I hits, you niggas waste time
And I be goddamn, if I let you waste
Like change for the but I'm still strapped
Trigga happy nigga don't me relapse

like fuck it, they hatin' anyway
And I can give a fuck what a gotta say
You still talkin' blow? You right
What else I'm gon' say? That's my mu-fuckin'

I just left Jamaica, I'm talkin' Nachos
margaritas on the beach in my Adidas
Brought a few but thats' only fo da skeezas
Used my black car but only fo da reefa
What's up? go

Not a day goes by, that I high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm up high
And I'ma it hood, homie, dat's no lie

Not day goes by, that I high
Hit da everyday, nigga, I stay fly
Get how we live, yo, we to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby, no lie

Blood raw, errbody love it on Jamaica
The boy thuggin'
Glasses in the air, errbody
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, toting

Posted with a broad, yeah she blacker then a
Hair down her like she mixed with Italian
Mami so man she look like a stallion
Introduced her to my yeah, it's on so what's happenin'?

What's happening? Dead Presidents, full of 'em
Couldn't a chance we do it for the love of 'em
Living fast, we do it for the rush of it
Rubber stacks, we do it for the touch of it

This shit stop, corporate thuggin' nigga til my casket drop
Yams in the booth did the on the block
Don't blame me, I'm just get a knot, U.S.D.A.

Not a day by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up
And I'ma it hood, homie, dat's no lie

Not day by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I fly
Get how we live, yo, we to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby, no lie, what's up?

So fly, so
So fly, so
So fly, so
So fly, so