Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

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

You how we get down, East side, El Barrio
El up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay
This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin' phone now
Man, fuck' up, hol', yo man
Yo son
good?
I gotta tell you like my dog me
When you a chick, you gotsta straight slap her

Slap
Yeah, when you meet her, just slap her
Off the
Off the bat, backhand
that, though?
'Cause later on down the
You ain't never gotsta to about
That chick you
"Cam, you treat me the way you used to"

That's what I'm nigga
But see the thing is me
I understand how a bitch could go out
Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck
And then go give another nigga her money
I mean?
Nah cam, you gotta
That's ya game is tight

Oh no, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about nigga
I know my game is tight, nigga, I mean?
We getting ready set this 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" y'all say
Y'all fuck with brother Numsay
gonna see doomsday
I'm a savage but
Now I rock that I'm older

See parrot 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 that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
I be in Miami, Bow Ca Baton, pokin' ya
ya aunt all over the dawn
Using a dope then I'm back

Cobacabana, no joke I'm
Cops come for dope, a damper
I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to
Rush the crib, go in the
follow me, Stana
If you do, I'm the hammer
rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I finished, that's just the start

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