Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

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

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

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

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

I feel I've done enough so I'mma keep on doin' this shit
La or Young Tunafish

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 by this woman named Tammy
But ho's gon' be ho's so I blame Tammy

Just to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it
Swimmin', I be through this niggas like sequins
Niggas think He-man, pow, pow, the end

Talkin' to myself I am my own consultant
Married to the money, the world, that's adultery
You full of shit, you close your and let you ass talk
Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add

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

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

Bitch, playin', I do it like a king do
If these nigga's then I'mma have a mink suit
Tell them bitches I put my name on the wall
I the truth, but I guess 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
Satisfied with nothin', you don't the half of it
Young Money, Cash

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

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

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

Word to my mama, I'm out of my Lima
wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne a fiend

I played the 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 Buddha
Disturb me and be all over the flo' like Luda

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

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

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

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