Luyện nghe bài hát Ali Bomaye

Get my people out them nigga
I mean handcuffs, to man up
Put my hands up? you sayin' bruh
I'm a black man, in a Phantom
Or is it my windows tinted
Car cost 300 thou' and I Indo in it
You mad 'cause your fuck with me on spring break
Well, I'ma fuck her 'til the break

Yeah another one 'cause I'm winnin'
And my four door real photogenic
Jam ''em on the tire, in threads won't expire
I'm in a of my own, my teacher got fired
Money getting long, pussy keep rising
Versace outfit me 3,000
From the P houses, did it the weak hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no and sour
First you get the power, you get respect
I'm getting so much money I can buy ya
it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress the fuck I'm thinking
Bought ho a ring it was for her pinky
Uhn, that's that's slick
Got a bottle of that cost more than your rent

Fuck mad at me for
Got a black card, and a black
With a bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
My threw them gloves on and beat another case
Fuck mad at me for, 'cause my belt got two G's on it
Her belt got two C's on it, my daughter's got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, to Compton you'll see murders
And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no
I'm insane and you Usain, better turn on them burners
Got ?, ?
Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no
You a nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell
I'm on the block D 12, I got the white, no D-12
Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born that K
And that's shit, no Will Smith, and no ?
But yellin'

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a fuck it let 'em spray

I take my case to trial, the Dream Team
Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen
I big, I think sharp
Inhale smoke, tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, it one with yourself
Run to niggas for help, favors I one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers, swing it like the majors
Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in
Gold on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging

Unless ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone
my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome
I'm waving the Tec, Tity the Mac
Extendos in the back, [gonna
Got a that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap
Got a call Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax
skateboards, where Tune at?
Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga
2 Chainz!

on a nigga track
No lie, No Lie already got a
got a house, daughter got accounts
Just to think a nigga like me started a ounce
Bad and D-boys, we bring 'em out
If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we 'em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence, if you got
Go to work the at your residence
For
Word to Muhammad, that triple is heaven-sent
Riding through the jungles in that mothafuckin''
That's a gray ghost, the ears on it
Swimming through the like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!)
You know I got that work on the grill
Weigh the muthafuckas in, made mill'
Got a nigga feeling like Clay
Thrilla in Manilla, nigga it whip his ass today

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em