Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

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

So misunderstood, but what's the without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized
Got the girl twisted she open when ya twist her
Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her I missed her

Life is a and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' picture
You know father time and we all know nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no

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

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

Yeah, I'm back in

I my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman Tammy
But ho's gon' be ho's so I blame Tammy

talk to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the up, call it self-defense
Swimmin', I be seein' through this niggas like
Niggas think 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 and let you ass talk
Young eatin', all you haters do is add salt

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

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

Bitch, stop playin', I do it a king do
If these nigga's animals then have a mink suit
Tell them bitches I said put my name on the
I speak the truth, but I that's a foreign 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
with nothin', you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash

Paper chasin', that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real G's move in silence like
People say I'm crazy, sort of, kinda
Woman of my dreams? I don't sleep so I find her

You are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a and a predicate
Yeah, with a you would kill for
too strong, pockets on body-builder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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