Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", me OK
whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm you should listen, game is free OK
got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, me OK
On that 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 smoke ya like a Swisha
You my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
day day, looking like two blocks
They ain't know 2Pac he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is it
One call all, choppers pay him a visit
nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm a trip

2]
When L.A. Reid was in office made some 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
Boss shit, might just drop my next on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, and his Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on
With a brown skin swear to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga
Keep that street nigga paper, band it, it ain't foldin'
the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door

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