Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Tha Man

Hey (c'mon)
To the degree (c'mon, geah check it out)
(check it out)
We it
Gettin' paper
We it
it out

Federalies gaffling up so keep it
These songs to do wrong so fuck being
nite hype's the fiends
Nobody 'em better to the letter
We the chedder
To the way back
the half ounce lays
Gun tucked by the
As the one time
Gets my on cause I ain't tryin' to get caught around here
Be another nigger up for the next 10 years
No shapiro, no ? sapino? , big
Roulette 20 g's in the casino
Hits the decked in armani
(in a I'm clyde, my bitch is bonnie)
Too
yet too clean, pickin' the paper
Takin' you there like the staples, but ain't catchin' no vapors
You can't see me, I trust
Only the half ounce get no cheese like us

I said do you got
it out

I we got paper, no doubt uh
Get scrilla anyway you can
Floss around town, who's the man...

To the
When I used to keeps my stash in the
be clientele with parents that push
In my drop top the laptop keeping up president straight
Ok, who gots the bitch touch down at 8
My niggas got the pick-up, the starts ringing
It's payday, ho's know, that's why start singing
bills y'all
And me away pleas
Fools got me too fucked up thinking grow on trees
Ain't no government given free cheese
And the bitch going through anything floss on these d's
watch out cause they might have you straight to your knees
Have a stretched out to the first degree
Not me - planes to big yachts
It's kinda hectic, I'm shaking the spot
Chill ride, never pop, work job, cold bitches that's down
Married to mob

Chorus...

don't come easy
24 stand offs pushes to clucks with ? hand off?
No ever ran off
With my full of gold cause we got plenty of tecs to unload
My perils bring
West side I die, uh
full of ice
No squads
still
Walks the
scenes, mac mall and willie green
Got a feather in my hat nobody can't touch
Paper pretty much with starsky & hutch
me the fed time
Locked away won't be nice, peep a stretched out with federal life
Hard
No way out, surrender
But I got clout to stay out till next
D.a. I'll fly away
To another country that extradite my stay
Me and a little by the bay
Pounds of mr. tony ? ole?
And ain't nobody got paper like

Chorus...

Half ounce in the
Half in your mouth
And ain't got paper like this