Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me the Ass

Ha, say scientific, 3 C-F Mafia (that's my crew)

Yo, on the real homey, let me let you know me
Cause ain't too many people who can talk me
See frontin' ain't nothin', who tryin' to jerk
Half of them niggas talkin' pay for the work
in my pocket, this flow, they can't stop it
Shit, 20 and a dream team to mop it
Who knock it?
Get out the socket (Hey, who's gettin' money?)
Remains the
Stay true, in it for you
I you wanna get down, Martinies and Malibu
a dream, pay attention to the sceme
Follow the rules and we could all get

Baby if you me the ass (baby if you give me the ass)
you might see some cash (maybe you might see some cash)
If you think I'm moving to fash (if you I'm moving to fash)
We can lace this blunt with

Pyscho
Where you
Q-Bourgh, harsh and rugged ma bourgh
new joint (what?)
Give it to you style, so heads can groove
Gotta this move in 9-7
Attack with the hunger, got mouths to feed and we ain't gettin' no

No doubt, mix the Guinstout, the Colt 40
Toastin' the majority, bent
With tobacco on the pavement
Feelin' my from the basement, on this one cut
No shit (shhhhh)
That's why we hit you in the head with a you familiar with

Yo shortie rock we can wine and
But in time let me remind, I plan to be
behind you, mind you
Never the less to refine you
Take you def and dumb and unblind you
No game shortie, laugh
It's all math, material things just last
So this L and parlay with me
Cause tonight shortie you gonna stay with me

Pyscho
Son this is mad hot, 100 degrees
Slide the sun roof, catch a breeze
Let out the smoke the trees, torch our beat
Surrounded by G's
As I count Ben-G's, I clocked off this doin friendly
Kick it to this chick in like Wendys
Tried to touch her tada, said "Ah-ah"
down the Chewbacca, but I was like...

(X2)

Give me the ass baby, me the ass baby, can't live without the ass baby
Give me the ass baby, me the ass, oh give me the ass, baby give me the
ass
Oh me the ass

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