Luyện nghe bài hát Popeye's Certified

I'm Pina Colada dropped
Rubber band the big
things they will remain
Rollin up the mayne
Jumpin outta a Coupe
M R G a kinda
tailored up
And forget the flavor,

I'm salty
Tony at the barber shop
Braggin how I'm cop
to Royal Rock
Paper
Paper
Paper
Paper
havin
Paper
Don't forget that grab it
I got it on
Tell all them go on home
Back up in the Lexus
Color man is two
Bangin out the
Get the yayo it's on to
Now we gotta deal with Frank a pig don't fly straight
I'm hot boilin
crack up at the Carter
Man you think your is bad
Man my freak is way
I'm Popeye's certified a two piece and some small fries
Man my hair is super I don't know about them bald guys
call me Ayatollah all up in your Motorola
Whether it's a ring tone or a in your phone-a
A lime in your
A on your corna
I fire up in every club because I the owner
just like a Navy Seal
My homie got a Coup De Ville
Girls be takin Skittles
But we know that's pills
I like to put it down
Man boxin on every round
Man at the fight we be loud
I've been at this since was a goldfish
I'm a go everywhere
Except maybe the chair
Man you can smell my
I'm up out the shop
I'm back in the Lex Coupe bumpin Royal
I'm like a new
Man or a hoop
So you can tell from the that I'm trying to get you popped
I like fo tres I do it ways
You see me straight cursin out a meter maid
Lookin like the King
Specially when I'm buying
Eatin on some rings
Talkin in Burger King
I like to talk all up on the sidewalk
All up in the shoe store and is getting bought
I roll in overlookin scenery
She ask me what I'm thinking
And, yo, I "My jewelry"
She said "that's to me"
I read her like a
She my party's hella crackin
I "that's how it's supposed to be"

I'm a in a foreign car
on the Pearly gates
Hittin on the
Money all
I do it Das watching tapes of Ronnie Moot?
Back up in the Coupe
like a parachute
It's my man of the entity
It's I'm Kenny Parker runnin round with B. D. P.
Yo homie it's eight
We goin to the Lions Gate
That's the restaurant the free Henn when you buy a steak
I'm an earthquake
Shakin up the
Figured out the
To iphone application
I got the recipe the is the rest of me
My car does match my Jordan's and some say that was of me
I'm like The Ness sittin up in a dropped 'Vette
Hangin like a chain you might see up on 'Pacs neck
I'm like the poem
Tell suckas go on home
How yo is that cologne
I got it on
I'm like a new glock holdin down an old
And even though it's crack rock protect it like it's Fort Knox
We eattin pork with a real Muslim aura
We hit Hawaii like Pearl Harbor
Tora! Tora!
I say neyamora
Or homie the score-a
And you can ask for you want but I got nothing for ya