Luyện nghe bài hát Ali Bomaye

Get my people out chains nigga
I handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin'
'Cause I'm a man, in a Phantom
Or is it 'cause my windows
Car cost 300 and I blow Indo in it
You mad 'cause your daughter fuck with me on spring
Well, I'ma fuck her the springs break

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

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

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

I take my case to trial, hire the Team
Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things
I big, I think sharp
smoke, Hawaiian tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, it one with yourself
Run to for help, favors I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers, it just like the majors
Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in
Gold medals on my neck, I it Michael Phelps
settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and never did at all
On the road to the riches, bitches not along

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

Skateboard on a nigga
No lie, No Lie got a plaque
Mama got a house, got accounts
Just to a nigga like me started with a ounce
Bad bitches and D-boys, we 'em out
If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we 'em out
the voice of ghetto intelligence, if you got work
Go to work the work at residence
For
Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is
Riding through the jungles in mothafuckin'' elephant
That's a ghost, with the ears on it
Swimming through the hood like it got on it (Tell 'em!)
You I got that work on the foreman grill
Weigh the muthafuckas in, made another
Got a nigga like Cassius Clay
Thrilla in Manilla, nigga it whip his ass today

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