Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you listen, game is free OK
Mister got two ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch my bread, hey, now me OK

1]
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on liquor
Approach me if you want to, I smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, looking two blocks
They ain't know when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, 40 says leggo
All my niggas is it, all my bitches is with it
One call that's all, pay him a visit
Real nigga fo' sho', got a for dough
34 a unit, hundred, an O
Break 'em into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em now gone, guess I'm takin' a trip

2]
When L.A. Reid was in office some history up in Def Jam
If ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
I you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his
Got shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on
With a skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a totin'
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it foldin'
First the XXL, read me in the Forbes
That's a way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord

3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the
I just want the mansions and the riches, without the jail
You can call me postman, go somewhere without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best I'm makin' bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't the name
Had Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
Sold yayo, I albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the store
Snow it's been a while, yeah you them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or shit my mothafuckin' pistol