Luyện nghe bài hát Ali Bomaye

Get my people out chains nigga
I handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin'
I'm a black man, in a Phantom
Or is it 'cause my tinted
Car cost 300 thou' and I Indo in it
You mad 'cause your daughter fuck with me on spring
Well, I'ma fuck her the springs break

Yeah another one 'cause I'm winnin'
And my four door looking photogenic
Jam ''em on the tire, in threads that expire
I'm in a of my own, my teacher got fired
Money long, pussy rate keep rising
Versace cost me 3,000
From the P houses, did it from the weak
Selling that no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
you get the power, then you get respect
I'm getting so much money I can buy ya
it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women naked
Fell in love a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking
Bought that ho a it was for her pinky
Uhn, that's that's slick
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than rent

y'all mad at me for
Got a card, and a black phantom
With a bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone, two racks, no lie (true)
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another
y'all mad at me for, 'cause my belt got two G's on it
Her got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton see murders
And my AR see murders, that's nigga no burgers
I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on burners
Got ?, ?
Got dope to in this hotel, no half price, no retail
You a nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell
I'm on the block D 12, I got the white, no D-12
Like a little nigga in Africa, I was toting that K
And real shit, no Will Smith, and no ?
But yellin'

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em

I take my case to trial, hire the Dream
Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I things
I dream big, I sharp
Inhale smoke, tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one yourself
Run to niggas for help, I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers, swing it like the majors
Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in
Gold medals on my neck, I call it Phelps
Hoes settling for less, I call 'em shelf
Niggas tough on blogs and never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging

Unless it's ass in a thong, hit ass and I'm gone
my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome
I'm the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac
in the back, [gonna lap?]
Got a bitch that like Laila Ali sitting in my lap
Got a call Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax
Speaking skateboards, Tune at?
Fuck with him, I'll a skateboard on a nigga back
2 Chainz!

Skateboard on a nigga
No lie, No Lie got a plaque
got a house, daughter got accounts
Just to a nigga like me started with a ounce
Bad bitches and D-boys, we 'em out
If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we 'em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence, if you got
Go to work the work at your
For
Word to Muhammad, that triple is heaven-sent
Riding through the in that mothafuckin'' elephant
a gray ghost, with the ears on it
Swimming the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!)
You know I got that on the foreman grill
Weigh the muthafuckas in, another mill'
Got a nigga feeling like Cassius
Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a fuck it let 'em spray