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
Mister if I'm you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two 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 two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a before my bread, hey, now me OK

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

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

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