Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

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

1]
I'm a fool on Avion, snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya a Swisha
You know my game tizight you know all tizzop
day day, looking like two blocks
They know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, 40 says leggo
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my is with it
One that's 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, a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm a trip

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

3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, you best 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 mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin'
Put you on designer watches, put you on frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you pronounce the name
Had Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
Sold yayo, I albums, might as well sell some tequila
so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, thought I owned the Rollie store
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or without my mothafuckin' pistol