Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. 17.5

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New on the range rover, good one man
Mother*** like I ain't supposed to shine
I the one, definitely not the two
One in the chamber we're aiming at you

The Bob Barker, the price is right
If you C.O.D. you could get them tonight
Put the scale on the scale
If Roy went postal, all he do is check

Low key, under the radar, triple 'Vet, I call it the stealth
No currency machine, I count it myself
Almost done, another million in ones
Thunder storm in the body tap, what I've done
Chump change, I make it rain for fun

Snow man, getcha hands up high, ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the

I get them bars out of the of my mind
I reminisce like J
Even in the drought, the boy that yay
A percent served, snowman's word

You can play my and my clientele, why
I'm addicted to that new car
cookies in a plastic bag
New shoes on the with the paper tag

Whole life flash right before your
See the state and get butterflies
Got a thing for Heckler and Koches
A minute 14 and watches

Somewhere in the back of my secret brain
I get a rush when I that 'cane
Get money, *** *** haters
All we is the discovery and Inditement papers, wussup

man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, getcha up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, to the kitchen, back to the pots

I'm a *** man, I stand on my own two
200,000 cash, I'm buying my own
Right to your front door, so sweet
I little dude who keeps his money so neat

But I bury a ***
Put The Mask on, Jim a ***
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin'
Careful with the sweets, don't burn my

You could live your whole and not come close
Guess that's why rap *** take notes
Recite my adlibs, borrow my
Make me I hop a ***, serve with the toast
Next, be dressing like me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me,

Snow man, getcha up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, to the pots
Snow man, getcha hands up high, ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, to the kitchen, back to the pots