Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka a spritzer
down 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 enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, swimmers
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 is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family
You know father and we all know mother nature
all in the family, but I am of no relation

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

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

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 broken by this named Tammy
But gon' be ho's so I couldn't blame Tammy

talk to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it
Swimmin', I be through this niggas like sequins
Niggas they 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 close your mouth and let you ass
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 all day and tomorrow
But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy they jaw broke

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

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

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

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

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 Lima
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, Wayne signed a

I played the for you niggas that's 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' like

Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like
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 out on behalf of my shooter

Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is
Wayne, these niggas out they mind, I done told 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 in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side 'cause no peace on my side

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