Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

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

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

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

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