Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm goin' in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right ya"
Bitch, real G's move in silence like
People say I'm 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 sentence like a subject and a
Yeah, with a you would kill for
too strong, pockets on body-builder

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

Word to my mama, I'm out of my bean
Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get Dramamine
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 dumber speech, I blow like 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 macking 'bout my stacking, now I pack a mover
Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my

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