Luyện nghe bài hát Me Ok

First they ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK
whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is OK
Mister got two whole ones and two ones, yeah that's three OK
up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a before my bread, hey, now me OK

1]
I'm a fool on Avion, snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you know that's all
Presidential day day, looking like two
They know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 leggo
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, a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, I'm takin' a trip

2]
When L.A. Reid was in office made some up in Def Jam
If Jizzle droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
I know you how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just drop my next on Atlantic
I hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like
Two Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
Keep street nigga paper, rubber 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 eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe the scale
I want the mansions 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 I'm makin' bail
Put you on watches, put you on designer frames
Had you out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some
Dropped so Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, thought I owned the Rollie store
Snow it's a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin'