Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my Patricia
Young Money 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, swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when ya her
met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm back in

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

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

Talkin' to myself 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 Money eatin', all you haters do is add

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to my mama, I'm out of my Lima bean
Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana
Now all I want is hits, bitch, 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 Buddha
me and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda

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

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

To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love? Keep 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 tells me who I'm shooting when the funeral
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya heard?
Gunna,