Luyện nghe bài hát U.O.E.N.O.

Uh, I'm flying private through 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm
Yeah, I'm I'm so tired of ballin'
Yeah, selling work to them workaholics
Got guns than you nigga, I don't fuck with new niggas
I blue's your bitch ass somebody give you rhythm
I got all in my flo'
Take your off at the door
feed these bitch's lies, nigga don't food poison my ho
I buy my for the low, like a coupon on at the store
My nigga's like Kanye with good
My nigga's like Lou with that blow
be sayin' they racked up, don't let that Q-ball leave you broke
I know you want a pat on the back, but then fools goin' see you choke
I saw yo' bitch and she said, she tryin' to on and let go
Boy I get up in that pussy and hit her moves you don't even know
Nigga's be trippin' over ho's, I done came too far to get close
been outchea gettin' bread, and I don't need you all in my loaf
If you stick your neck out there, I'll my goon's all at your throat
be lukewarm at the most
And when I'm through I coach
out to my nigga Mack
Gettin' his boo on in Ghost
I'm coming off the top of the dome
But be on a tombstone if I wrote

My kids already rich and they don't know
nigga's sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored
My bitch rolling my weed, she don't smoke
following me, I ain't even Moses, nigga
Uh
My cologne in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding me
Yeah, my good, my sex better
Bitch, don't text me no long
I'm ahead of the game, I need a
Most of ho's ain't got no job
And these nigga's buy em' everything
You goin' around, and get the ho robbed
I'm of the game, I need a haircut
to hug the block, I mean bear hug
And tell them the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums
I up this morning, dick rock hard
Dick harder a armadilla'
MLK be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my nigga's
Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of decisions
If she fuckin', she get the boot
Let me this bitch a parking ticket
Ain't got time for life
All I know is get
I'm high Bonjour
Twisted like braids
I got my own shoes,
T, I feel MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift, man these nigga's dead
Uh
I asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know
I woke up and like I didn't even know her

Don't fuck with these nigga's, you already know us
I'm looking for that pack, weedman bring the noise

Pass that to the next nigga
Blunt than a tongue twista
Ho's this scud missile
I'mma ball, like
Lil Tunchi Li, sex pistol
New money, no
I'm headed, Ocho
Cinco
Uh

up 5?
Rocko with me!
Yeah!
Future fuck me!
Yeah!
T, I like MJ
I'm working that shift, man these nigga's been dead
5!