Luyện nghe bài hát U.O.E.N.O.

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

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

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

Pass that weed to the next
Blunt longer than a tongue
Ho's want this missile
ball, like Crystal
Lil Li, young sex pistol
New money, no
I'm headed, Ocho
Cinco
Uh

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