Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

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

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

is a bitch and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' picture
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
Black and white diamonds, segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas huntin' nut
Money runnin' shit and you niggas just runner-up's

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

Yeah, I'm goin' in

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I it like 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 the half of it
Young Money, Money

Paper chasin', that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, G's move in silence like lasagna
say I'm borderline crazy, sort of, kinda
Woman of my I don't sleep so I can't find her

You are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence a subject and a predicate
Yeah, a swagg' you would kill for
too strong, pockets 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
wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana
Now all I want is hits, bitch, signed 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
Pause for this dumber speech, I blow like
me and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda

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

Niggas think they high as I, I laugh at your ruler
Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind, I done told these 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 ain't no peace on my side

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