Luyện nghe bài hát Y.O.U.

Traces of lipstick on my
Baby you got to do some to get this last dollar
than lava when you come believe that I'ma follow
Lady Medana drink, but she to swallow
Rockin' that Prada, Honey up in the beauty parlor,
it would be my honour, make you my babymomma
Holler she hella proper, with tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fuckin', then let me show you
I'll knock the stuffin' off English Muffin
Can't me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' botton when I'm stuckin'
All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you

Yo' I get it on
Doc, yo' doors, clockin' my drawers
Suckin' your mouth with a stockin'
around and knockin' , I'm creepin' when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, the erea, then hop in
Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, splittin' the
Shoppin' in York, first flockin'
Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin'
Watch ya coat Fo sparkin', they leave the parking
Niggaz can be forgotten
Doc and labled the top ten!
it raw, lockin' 'n blockin',
Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so cops can watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em 'em
Renevate your appartment, when two things barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', hoes be spottin' on they tampons
I get 'em drippin' like Licky

Redman, [Meth]

Now who a nigga?!
who a snitch nigga?!]
Now who the nigga?!
who the sick nigga?!]
Now who you nigga?!
who you with nigga?!]
Who shit nigga?!
pop shit nigga?!]

[Come on!] Come on! on!] Come on!
[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] on!
[Come on!] on! [Come on!] Come on!
[Come on!] Come on! on!] Come on!

I figured it out: ya'll niggaz ain't as big as yo'
My street-value it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch
When I bust titties out
No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to out
Son's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya
yo shoes, cuffle my boots, fuckin' with you
Blow my Anaconda Nirvana
Marijuana got bitches on they knees in they
Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the
the drama, fire two in ya armor
Ya pigeon betta call ma, the ice is a
To in help me an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma
Even dirty her donna, my is heronomic
Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you

Itchin' to start the mission, so keep yo' distance
Ain't go no pot to in? Ain't got no competition
Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me
Come mis and a whippin', now kids is actin' different
Ditchin' double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin', or
Rippin' these compesitions, scrippin' paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' like Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I'm forced bittin'
Shittin' like 'No he didn't', my ass and splittin'
Chattin' Joe gettin'
All in the zone it off like Big Daddy
It no half-steppin'...I keep rappin'
Staten you keep sweatin', and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my & Wessen , trashin' the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we leave you in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty