Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

How y'all doin' out
I welcome y'all back
some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa
We did it again, fuck wit us
Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's
Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad time, huh?
Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the
Harlem, you what it is, what's good?

You know how we get down, side, El Barrio
El up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay
This bitch up my motherfuckin' phone right now
Man, hold up, hol', yo man
Yo son
What's
I gotta tell you my dog told me
When you a chick, you gotsta straight slap her

her?
Yeah, you first meet her, just slap her
Off the
Off the bat, just
that, though?
'Cause later on down the
You ain't never gotsta to about
That telling you
"Cam, you don't me the way you used to"

That's what I'm sayin'
But see the thing is me
I don't understand how a bitch go out
Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, whoever
And then go give another nigga her fucking
I mean?
Nah cam, you understand
That's ya game is tight

Oh no, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking another nigga
I know my is tight, nigga, know I mean?
We ready set this shit the fuck off
Jones, we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem

Yo, yo, I you to step son
For I fuck ya moms, you my step son
Y'all be me daddy, 'cause
The "Rag Muffin" soon say
fuck around with brother Numsay
Y'all gonna see
I'm a savage but
Now I rock that I'm older

See this on my shoulder?
He do the talking, I ain't concerned words
Act up and be to the birds
I return them birds, any 28 grams
A bitch that I touch, pretty much to birds
I be in Miami, Bow Ca Baton, ya moms
ya aunt all over the dawn
Using a dope then I'm back

Cobacabana, no joke I'm
come for dope, it's a damper
I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to
the crib, go in the hampter
Don't me, Stana
If you do, I'm the hammer
rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I ain't finished, that's the start

You'll be calling for up, praying for help
Fuck my life, I'm myself
All the achin' I
In my at night, praying for wealth
Bitches dissin', "What's the ma? I ain't ballin'"
Now every ten minutes, hos prank
Yo cam, all this rap shit, man
get down to business, harlem
Okay, it's good, let's poppin'