Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

Ahem, excuse my charisma, with a spritzer
down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money and I am the commissioner
You don't want to start with Weezy, 'cause the 'F' is for

So misunderstood, but what's the world without
Two bitches at the time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open ya twist her
Never met the bitch, but fuck her like I missed her

Life is a bitch and death is her
Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' picture
You know father time and we all know mother
all in the family, but I am of no relation

No matter buyin', I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, fuck
Fuck that shit, my up, you niggas just huntin' nut
Money runnin' shit and you niggas just runner-up's

I don't feel done enough so I'mma keep on doin' this shit
La Tucci or Tunafish

Yeah, I'm back in

I my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't me
Had my heart broken by woman named Tammy
But ho's gon' be so I couldn't blame Tammy

Just to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, it self-defense
Swimmin', I be seein' this niggas like sequins
think they He-man, pow, pow, the end

Talkin' to because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, adultery
You full of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass
Young eatin', all you haters do is add salt

Stop playin', bitch, I got game on dead bolt
so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off
Real all day and tomorrow
But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw

Glass half-empty, half-full, I'll ya
Try me and run a wall, outfielder
You know I'mma ball 'til they off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy them they still ripe

Bitch, playin', I do it like a king do
If these nigga's animals then I'mma a mink suit
them bitches I said put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a language to y'all

And I call it like I see it and my on
But most y'all don't get the picture 'less the is on
Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the of it
Young Money, Money

Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right ya"
Bitch, real G's move in like lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, of, kinda
Woman of my I don't sleep so I can't find her

You niggas are gelatin, to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a and a predicate
Yeah, a swagg' you would kill for
Money too strong, pockets on

in a wishing well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, it kiss and tell

Word to my mama, I'm out of my bean
Don't wanna see what drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend

I the side for you niggas that's tryin' to front and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I blow like
me and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda

Bitch, I like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like Cuba
And I a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya
I be macking 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a
Shout to ratchet for out on behalf of my shooter

Niggas think they high as I, I come at your ruler
Cash cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind, I done these fuck niggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck on your mind, pause

To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love? Keep throwing my in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side 'cause ain't no peace on my

Bitch, I'm a man, I urinals abroad
tells me who I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya heard?
Gunna,