Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a
Swagger down pat, call my shit
Money militia and I am the commissioner
You want to start with Weezy, 'cause the 'F' is for finisher

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm back in

I lost my mind, it's out there stranded
I think you under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by woman named Tammy
But ho's gon' be 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 seein' through niggas like sequins
Niggas they He-man, pow, pow, the end

Talkin' to because 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 bolt
Mind so sharp, I around and cut my head off
Real all day and tomorrow
But these talkin' crazy like they jaw broke

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

Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a do
If these nigga's animals then I'mma have a suit
Tell them bitches I put my name on the wall
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 y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothin', you know the half of it
Young Money, Cash

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

You are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swagg' you would for
Money too strong, pockets on

Jumped in a well, now wish 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 sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend

I played the side for you niggas 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 over the flo' Luda

Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like
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, niggas out they mind, I done told these fuck niggas, so many times
That I keep these steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause

To feed them on my grind, did I get a little Keep throwing my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side 'cause no peace on my side

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