Luyện nghe bài hát Earl That's Yo' Life

Earl, whassup
yo' potnah Short Dawg
You we come a long way baby
From the up

Oh they love the way us players
No doubt, that's how we do
all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em somethin'

I come from where they pop collars
And couldn't be by Creflo Dollar
'Cause I'll probably ever see the pearly gates
At the rate I'm goin' now, be too late

life taste it, get on and smell it
You know what Charlie is, well it's sucker
I spray with it every morning, you dig?
I spray myself right before I the crib

Hot ones through the ghetto, bullets ricochet
I'm bendin' in my Cadillac escalate
It's and I'm scorchin', fuck a bulletproof
I'm keyed and I'm perkin' off that num-num juice

I'm in the traffic my music on storm
Got a ticket for blowin' my, horn
The real, ring, princess cut
on, around my neck

Lookin' like clones, be at yo' best
We don't play checkers no more, we play
One trey tri trey [Incomprehensible]
H I L sideshow

All about my fetti-oh, want to see me fold
It's ob-vious I'm humongous, acres and businesses
All about my fetti-oh, bank account got to be
on my wrists and shit, tycoon stickin' to the script, beotch

Earl, that's yo'
Oh Earl, that's yo'
Earl, that's yo'
Oh Earl, yo' life

Straight up out the
The realest you done talked to all day
It's the dry season, the po'-po's
Cookin' in the kitchen, with C-bo

livin' nappy, everybody know me
Used to sell taffy, white girl candy
Hoes'll dress tacky, so I can bank they dome
Bank 'em make them I'm broke
Use the dope game as a stone

[Incomprehensible] steal walkie talkies
I'm the one really-natin' them faulty chips
I got the of gab, I'm off the choo choo track
I want the fetti, fuck the fame, y'all can have

All about my fetti-oh, one-time to see me fold
It's ob-vious I'm humongous, acres cars and
All about my fetti-oh, bank got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit, you can't e-feezy beotch

Earl, that's yo'
Oh Earl, yo' life
Earl, yo' life
Oh Earl, yo' life

The street life, ballin' control
My million spot, way too cold
So many record haters, my back against the
When I was growin' up I a lot of rappers ball

Bring the tape, it's on, on sight
You wanna squash the Shoot me a peace kite
the party at? Who got that Carlos Rossi?
Who in my drinkin' club? Girl I'm 'bout to mob

I'm fee-ed-exin',
From sardines and
I looked the game in the eye, the game looked at me
Told me to sell my beam, and start rap

All my fetti-oh, one-time want to see me fold
It's ob-vious I'm humongous, acres cars and
All about my fetti-oh, account got to be tall
on my wrists and shit, tycoon stickin' to the script, beotch

Earl, yo' life
Oh Earl, that's yo'
Earl, that's yo'
Oh Earl, that's yo'

You know what I
you say pimpin'?
Short
Short

Oh I ride my potnah
Nigga I with you too pimpin'
Bumpin' them woofers like
boom boom boom!!

Can't smell this funk, we been doin'
Been it
You know I love these new man
I love they get on that paper chase
Right, right,

So far, can't do this
do this
Not like
Uh-huh, nah

We talkin' and mansions
Limousines,
Got to keep these hoes
Got to keep 'em dancin', dancin'
love us
They love us, what do?
love us
That's pimpin'