Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, off the blacktop
All foreign (?), fiends on the backlot
Back alley Bronson always up a mad plot
The shit have us laid in Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, out the dash spot
I'll a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot
One seven for (?) an is where the cash drop
Then take the paper, then to the have-nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a
'Lo machete, hoppin' out the fan's (?)
Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them hand
I'll wipe the floor up with your face like a
Hands down, one
260 combined, to bring the ruckus
The plus the words raise the crime rate
show 'em how to hold a 9 straight
Yo, get off the next P.P
Be original, kid, get off the P.P
Get off the or my chick, get off the P.P
Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P
Yo, the drugs are rolled up, the fold up
I like my bitches like an old truck
With their waists sliced inches the cold cuts
at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up
Feet first, my is known to curl a honey's toes
Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, take it, form a puddy, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy
A dirty rotten like Steve Martin
so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, blow trees East Harlem
put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded
German shift, twist, burn to
I it when the pussy tighter than a tourniquet
Copped the chicken, started and converted it
Dutch leaf, of it, roll it up, murder it