Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick shit about the mail man

[ 1 ]
Time for the payback,
let homie live to see his birthday
A.K., Forty's lettin hot to the kidney
Bootsee muthafucka didn't what hit him
What way, rode up on his ass in a
Baby, nigga known that shit was heavy
Domain, shouldn't a up all my fuckin fetti
That I gave him, spent my shit a nigga from another city
Then they doubled, tripled and his ass some swivle
Little old sucker-butt nigga the mail man
Now his ass is trash like a can
up in some shit with the mailman

(Boom-boom!) now they
My strap boom 3x

Had him dodgin muthafuckin up in the room

[ 2 ]
They say the youngsters run the (I think they do)
They say the youngsters doin that you wouldn't believe
They say the youngsters on the street snort hop a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check part out, brother
(Okay) The nigga that the man shot
Little went to purchase himself a brand-new glock
(That's right) Right off that hop, plot
I'll around the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, on my mind
Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised swine
Trapped in the since 1979
My niggas on the taught me to perk and drink wine
I'm young, full of cum, to lose
my dues, I'm settin the rules
I got some clues, and I
To let the sucker that killed my homie get away

(Boom-boom!) now they
My went boom 3x

I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, actin like a
My pores is stinkin, and I'm all
Hallucinatin, like burnt spaghetti
Oh no, the man gotta go
He killed my homie, but he forgot it was one mo'
To go, so I figured he's after me
Till the word on the streets is I'm after him
True, now I'm for departure
Cause I'm never late on
Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and
And I can't forget the glock, it's the most reliable
Shit, fuck it, just take the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I know where he
Hot-wired the
I'm headed for the
Mobbin, doin a buck fifty
Took the third to another part of the city
Now I'm his presence, to let him have it
Caught him to his car, and now he's in a casket

(Boom-boom!) now gloom
My went boom 3x

When I see the mail man, his ass is doomed

(Boom-boom!) now gloom
My strap boom 3x

Had him hoppin a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

Mail man money, man
F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in muthafucka
Hm-hm, the man
Ass-out
Gotta your back and play it well
Stay from fawlty muthafuckas
That's

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
(Boom-boom!)

Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the moon

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
(Boom-boom!)

Now his ass is