Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, or die", that me OK
Mister or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah three OK
Leave up out of with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK

1]
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a
You know my game tizight you know all tizzop
Presidential day day, like two blocks
They ain't know 2Pac when he was on Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says
All my is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it
One call all, choppers pay him a visit
Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for
34 a unit, hundred, an O
'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em now gone, guess I'm takin' a trip

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

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