Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is OK
Mister got two whole and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch my bread, hey, now me OK

1]
I'm a fool on that Avion, be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, like two blocks
They ain't know 2Pac he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says
All my niggas is it, all my bitches is with it
One call all, choppers pay him a visit
Real nigga fo' sho', got a for dough
34 a unit, hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a
Had 'em now gone, guess I'm takin' a trip

2]
When L.A. Reid was in made some history up in Def Jam
If ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at
Boss shit, might just drop my album on Atlantic
I really you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing swear to God she like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a totin'
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't
First the XXL, read me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door

3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah the jail
You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some
In and out in 20 minutes, you believe I'm makin' bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the
Had that Murcielago, it was green margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I the Rollie store
Snow it's a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or without my mothafuckin' pistol