Luyện nghe bài hát Phonetime

Son, I zone, my gun is never on
I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones skate key
(Me, I'm chillin' Pop, serving my time)
(Got my greens on, these ain't deservin' a shine)
And yeah, while I'm home you livin' abroad
I heard those crackers you, smack you at the board
(When twenty-four, they did the same to and Lord)
(Heard you cop the silver GS, my you scored)

Yea, it's 'cuz I'm gettin' bread
Crack is dead, bitches wanna me head
(You's a nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard)
(He said holla, when you getta chance, the God)
Tell Kai I what up, and his sister is grown
I the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with chrome
(The day I come home, I need a mink and a new Mac)
(A few jump offs, Dom's, some beer, and the crack)

I'm outside on the streets, holdin' it down
(I'm in jail iron, son, and readin' books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's wit'
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(My little dun gangstas, caught in beef with the Kings)
(You know brotha, my dun I used to creep wit' in Queens)
And my dun too, so I'ma find out now
And have my dogs on the Island, get on the prawl
(On the other side of things, I'm to get released)
(Around my born day, but a nigga in beef wit' da beast)
Fuck the police 'cuz all of dem is fake
Don't your C.R., son, you'll get your open date

(Dun, I'ma see ya regardless 'cuz I got two felony charges)
And you know your is progress
(You're my dog, dun)
And we gon' keep tight
I keep your commisary phat, I'ma you right
(I got the chronic stashed in a coffee and kicks)
(Good lookin' for the bitches and the flicks)
And you ain't gotta me, real niggas do real things
I keep freak hoes, they really do ill

I'm outside on the streets, just it down
(I'm in pumpin' iron, son, and readin' books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' wit' hooks
(I'm in the in the cypha, just smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
(I hit the law library, to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I used to be ugly, now these is Medusa
And what? I made you executive producer
Some G's, so when you come home you breathe
(They believe to see me come home to a V)
(Pigs pressin' me, want autographs for seeds)
(I gotta C.O. thinkin' that we fuck when I leave)
Yo, nigga think about this money, fuck hoes
We gonna a pounda weed out, at one the shows

Spread it out, in the crowd, see them get wild
Capone home, niggas still our style
(Shit is foul, how these tryin' to keep me confined?)
(I visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine)
Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and dice
Scooped, ridin' loose, then we to Post
And got hydro-weed and we had our toast
(Son, there's only one left)
(Son, there's only one left, son, I'm ghost)

I'm on the streets, just holdin' it down
(I'm in jail iron, son, and readin' books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' wit' hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Coliseum, just coppin' new kicks
(I hit the law library, to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm outside on the streets, just it down
(I'm in jail pumpin' iron, son, and books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin' new
(I hit the law library, hope to home soon)
I just finished up the album, ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)