Luyện nghe bài hát Phonetime

Son, I zone, my gun is on safety
I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit' key
(Me, I'm chillin' Pop, serving my time)
(Got my greens on, these faggots ain't a shine)
And yeah, while I'm home you like abroad
I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the
(When twenty-four, did the same to Norman and Lord)
(Heard you cop the GS, my nigga you scored)

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

I'm on the streets, just holdin' 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 finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(My little dun gangstas, caught in blood with the Kings)
(You know Jarome brotha, my dun I to creep wit' in Queens)
And dat's my dun too, so I'ma out now
And have my dogs on the Island, get on the prawl
(On the other of things, I'm tryin' to get released)
(Around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef da beast)
Fuck the police all of dem niggas 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 appeal is progress
(You're my dog, dun)
And we gon' keep tight
I keep your commisary phat, I'ma keep you
(I got the chronic stashed in a coffee and kicks)
(Good for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks)
And you gotta thank me, real niggas do real things
I freak hoes, they really do ill things

I'm on the streets, just 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, just my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, coppin new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I used to be ugly, now these is Medusa
And guess what? I made you producer
extra G's, so when you come home you breathe
(They won't believe to see me home to a V)
(Pigs pressin' me, want for they seeds)
(I C.O. thinkin' that we gon' 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 niggas get wild
Capone home, niggas still our style
(Shit is foul, how these crackers to keep me confined?)
(I gotta visit last week and saw Divine)
Meet Timbo and Ice, got and rolled dice
Scooped, ridin' loose, then we to Post
And got hydro-weed and we had our toast
(Son, only one minute left)
(Son, there's only one left, son, I'm ghost)

I'm outside on the streets, just it down
(I'm in jail 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, hope to home soon)
I just up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the streets, just holdin' it down
(I'm in pumpin' iron, son, and readin' 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 new kicks
(I hit the law library, to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)