Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Sum Sum

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I'm a professional, like rational
Worldwide, but national
You betta ask them and ask them clothes
Who dat smokin'

bout she fast to go
And blow Curtis
off in the lex
Let me see if she it

Gettin' by so
Gettin' by so
year I was mackin'
We climbed but you too

DJ the slow jams
don, never bro-ham
Oh damn, smokin'
beeds in my lex-land

Pass the to the next man
Put it out in the hand
on my day bew
Now who's pimps that stay true

They do, uh huh, motherfucker we done you
So you can too
It's the pimp that you
I you see me in the video's

And the radio recognition a center fold
Analyze to a nigga bigga
the hoes with the tight shh
They to the right shh

girl, hit your lights quick
See would the mic fit, say hello, some
Check 1, 2, brand new
And all for you

Bump the AC through the
Still with the darker 10
If it don't make dollars then it don't make
Well, hit the beed' and let me do my limp, uh-huh,

Baby girl, the mob at
You can get where the jobs at
Ho' in ain't the disregard that
3 men in the cad dime sacks

And gators on, now who started that?
Must've a po P
Standing on you P 'cuz a brotha mo' cheese
And I reach to the door the oldies

Saw me in the club better night I hope is
Do you have sex?
Lay in the lex
2 in effect

No stains on the
up with the tex
Just tell me what you do
But you a brotha want you

Flip a if we want to
Heads or tails on the scale even if a fails
be losing clientele
But I'm still back to you

Baby girl, come chill me
You could learn a lot of with me
Lay back and be real me
money on the side

We can dine and
Like supposed to be
it meant to me?
'Cuz you need a man to make plans to advance you

Take a chance and you'll too
Uh-huh, mic check, mic check, new
And all for you

Bump the AC the vents
ridin' with the darker 10
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Well, hit the beed' and let me do my

I know you're lookin' for the top
Hennessey take 2 shots, just a few drops
Our nation not to block
Get a fade and when we do shots

Get the digits to my new
Not the old new flaw
Come in like 2 socks
Me and you against the world 2Pac

And I hope you got crew locked
Can we to 2 glocks
Why you actin' like your too
In the get you juice-nark

Better as A to the mother fucking K
And um, if it's love he want
no faded, umm
See I'm a pimp and all mine

You dropped your man now your all
player so it takes time
Defeat the purpose let me you
Better yet say the name and meet you

PHD a see-through
Did he So we move
Baby girl, just speak
Haters hate what we do, chasing for thee group

Well, let me go back to front, front to
In her face did I do
Get the Philly's and the green the back
Got the good game the breeze and the macks

To the and yes, gotta ball, gotta dress
hat with the rest
Head and the vest clothes that I
Suppose that I put 'em all to the

But you can be me though
You can learn as we
Spittin' game a neat flow
But I never games turn around pretty cheap hoes

CD's, the weed go
And I love the way she ride and with her deep throat
Remember me in the C A D I L we ride
the ave and the AC's high

You can walk or do you wanna
Get high, you and I,
Mic check 1 2, and all for you

Bump the AC through the
ridin' with the darker 10
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Well, hit the beed' and let me do my

Bump the AC through the
Still ridin' with the 10
If it don't dollars then it don't make sense
Well, hit the beed' and let me do my
Mic now

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