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' that
We it
it out

Federalies gaffling up so keep it
These songs to do wrong so fuck right
Late nite hype's the
Nobody 'em better to the letter
We the chedder
To the way days
the half ounce lays
Gun by the nuts
As the one struts
Gets my on cause I ain't tryin' to get caught around here
Be another nigger locked up for the 10 years
No shapiro, no ? , big bambino
spends 20 g's in the casino
Hits the blackjack decked in
(in a 9-6-5 I'm clyde, my is bonnie)
Too
Better yet too clean, pickin' the
Takin' you there like the staples, but they catchin' no vapors
You can't see me, I trust
the half ounce smokers 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 to keeps my stash in the bush
Nowadays be clientele with that push
In my drop top with the laptop keeping up 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
Dollar bills
And me throwing pleas
got me too fucked up thinking snaps grow on trees
Ain't no government given away cheese
And the bitch through anything that floss on these d's
Better watch out they might have you straight to your knees
Have a nigga stretched out to the degree
Not me - drivin' planes to big
getting kinda hectic, I'm shaking the spot
Chill ride, pop, work this job, cold bitches that's down
to this mob

Chorus...

Money don't come
24 hour stand offs to clucks with ? hand off?
No bitches ran off
With my pocket full of gold cause we got plenty of to unload
My perils paradise
West till I die, uh
full of ice
No vice
still
Walks the
Pimp scenes, mac mall and willie
Got a feather in my black hat nobody can't
Paper pretty that's with starsky & hutch
Give me the fed
Locked away won't be nice, a nigga stretched out with federal life
times
No way out, better
But I got clout to stay out till september
D.a. pay-pay fly away
To another country won't extradite my stay
Me and a little by the bay
Pounds of yay' mr. tony ?
And nobody got paper like this

Chorus...

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