Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop
All recital (?), fiends on the backlot
Back alley Bronson cookin' up a mad plot
The shit that us laid in Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, stickin' out the dash
I'll a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot
One seven for (?) an autobahn is the cash drop
Then the paper, then distribute to the have-nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a
'Lo machete, hoppin' out the style (?)
Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them styles
I'll wipe the floor up with your like a ShamWow
Hands down, one
260 combined, here to bring the
The bassline the words raise the crime rate
Bronsolini 'em how to hold a 9 straight
Yo, get off the man's 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 money up
I like my bitches big-body like an old
With their sliced inches like the cold cuts
Been at the of the sea, but then I rose up
Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's
Serve a pound of that, I'll 'em with a bloody nose
the hash, take it, form like a puddy, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave body by a muddy road
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve
Drugs so good, Weekly just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, trees through East Harlem
put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded
German shift, twist, burn to
I love it when the pussy tighter a tourniquet
Copped the chicken, started and converted it
Dutch leaf, third of it, it up, murder it