Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Nigga

Say ho, say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, say ho
say,
say

And it out now
Who is the cat out on the town
And make the whole dining room they head round
Mr Nigga, Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on
Who be riding up in the high elevator
Other tenants who be praying they ain't the new
Mr Nigga, Nigga
They try to play him like a chump cause he got what want

He under thirty old but already he's a pro
Designer trousers slung low his pockets stay swoll'
Could to get up and be anywhere he go
V.I.P. at the club, backstage at the
(Yes y'all) the best crib, the best
Hottest whips on the road neck and wrists on (say word)
Checks with O's
all across the globe watch got three time-zones
Keep the digital up to his dome
Two assistants, two bank accounts, two
One problem; even the O's on his check
The po-po stop him and show no
"Is there a problem officer?" Damn straight, called race
That motivate the (woo-woo) to give chase
Say want you successful, but that ain't the case
You living large, your skin is dark they flash a light in face

Now, who is cat out on the town
Maitre'd wanna take a year to sit him down
Mr Nigga, Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk the bass on crunk
Now, who is the cat at buying wears
With the tourists who be him, do you work here?
Mr Nigga, Nigga
Nigga

Yo, the Abstract with the Mos Def
White folks got it muffled across they breathe
"I say it"
But they'll say it out loud
When they get with they close associates and
You know, sneak it in with they at the job
Happy hour at the bar this song is in they car
And even if they've never said it, lips sealed
They actions reveal how their really feel
Like, late night I'm on a first flight
The only brother in sight the flight attendant fright
I sit in my seat, 2C
She officially talking about, "Excuse me"
Her lips curl up into a tight
she don't believe that I'm in the right place
Showed her my pass, and then she sort of gasped
All embarrassed put an extra lime on my glass
An hour here she comes by walking past
"I hate to be a but my son would love your autograph"
(Wow, Mr. Nigga I love you, I all your albums!)
They stay on patrol on american roads
And when you travel they got world nigga law
Some folks get on a go as they please
But I go over seas and I get
Heathrow, me and my people
They think that a synonym for negro
Far away places, agents flagrant
They think the face is smuggle weight in they cases
inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to of our intestines
Urinalysis followed by
Interrogated and til damn near the next day
No evidence, no and no regard
Even for the big american rap
For us especially, us especially
A Mr Nigga VIP jail cell for me
"If I knew you were I'd have baked a cake
Just got some shoe-polish, my face"
They say they want you successful, but they make it stressful
You start pace, they start changing up the tempo

Now, who is cat riding out on the
State trooper wanna stop him in his ride, pat him
Mr Nigga, Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk with the on crunk
Now, who is the cat with the dollar bill
They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is
Mr Nigga, Nigga
Nigga Nigga,

You can and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna
Woody Allen, molested and his step-daughter
Same kicking dirt on Michael's name
Show and Soon-Yi at the playoff game, holding hands
Sit and just bug, think about that
Would he get that of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.J. found innocent by a jury of his
And they been fucking with nigga for last five years
Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it
Do you do the same when the defendant face is white?
If white boys doing it, well, success
When I start doing, well, it's
hate me, my folks is poor, I just got money
America's five centuries in cotton money
You see a lot of caked up, yo straight up
It's new, living off of slave traders paper
But I'm a live though, yo I'm a though
I'm up the big swing for my kids yo
Got my mom the fat water-front yo
I'm a get her them bay windows
I'm a cop a home to provide in
A safe for seeds to reside in
A whip for my whole family to ride in
And if I'm still Mr Nigga, I won't it suprising