Luyện nghe bài hát The Mail Man

Kick shit about the mail man

[ 1 ]
Time for the payback,
Can't let live to see his birthday
A.K., lettin hot ones to the kidney
Bootsee muthafucka didn't know hit him
way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy
Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was
Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fetti
That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from city
Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass swivle
Little old nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is like a garbage can
up in some shit with the mailman

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

Had him dodgin every up in the room

[ 2 ]
They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think do)
They say the youngsters doin shit that you believe
They say the youngsters on the street snort hop a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check part out, brother
(Okay) The nigga the mail man shot
Little homie went to purchase himself a glock
(That's right) off that hop, premiditated plot
I'll around the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, on my mind
Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin
Trapped in the game 1979
My niggas on the street taught me to and drink wine
I'm young, of cum, nothin to lose
Paid my dues, I'm the rules
I got clues, and I refuse
To let the sucker that killed my get away smooth

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

I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

[ 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin,
Schemin, actin a demon
My is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty
Hallucinatin, smellin burnt spaghetti
Oh no, the mail man go
He killed my homie, but he forgot it was one mo'
To go, so I figured that after me
Till the on the streets is that I'm after him
True, now I'm waitin for
I'm never late on arrival
Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and
And I forget the glock, cause it's the most reliable
Shit, fuck it, I'ma just take the deep
I out his spot, I know where he sleeps
the Thunderbird
I'm for the suburbs
Mobbin, doin about a buck
Took the third exit to part of the city
Now I'm his presence, about to let him it
Caught him to his car, and now he's in a casket

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

When I see the man, then his ass is doomed

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

Had him hoppin like a tryin to touch the fuckin moon

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

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

like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

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

Now his ass is