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 to start with Weezy, 'cause the 'F' is for finisher

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm back in

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

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

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

Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on bolt
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, spill 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 they still ripe

Bitch, stop playin', I do it a king do
If these animals then I'mma have a mink suit
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 call it I see it and my glasses on
But most y'all don't get the picture 'less the is on
Satisfied with nothin', you know the half of it
Money, Cash Money

Paper chasin', that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, G's move in silence like lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, sort of,
of my dreams? I don't 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, pockets on

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

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

I played the side for you that's tryin' to front and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I like Buddha
Disturb me and you'll be all the flo' like Luda

Bitch, I like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right ya
I be macking 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 come laugh at your
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is
Wayne, these niggas out they mind, I done these fuck niggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks 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 Gunna
Gunna,