Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

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

So misunderstood, but what's the world without
Two at the same time, synchronized 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 father time and we all know mother nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no

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 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 back in

I my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by woman named Tammy
But ho's be ho's 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 through this niggas like sequins
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 your mouth and let you ass talk
Young Money eatin', all you do is add salt

Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on dead
Mind so sharp, I fuck and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and
But these motherfuckers talkin' 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 them while they still ripe

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

And I it like I see it and my glasses on
But most y'all get the picture 'less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothin', you 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 lasagna
say I'm borderline crazy, sort of, kinda
Woman of my dreams? I don't sleep so I can't her

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

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

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

I played the side for you niggas that's 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 like
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' right through ya
I be macking 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a
Shout to ratchet for backing out on of my shooter

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

To feed them on my grind, did I get a 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 tells me who I'm shooting the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya Gunna
Gunna,