Luyện nghe bài hát 9 a.m. In Dallas

Yeah, uh,
are my one St. Thomas flows
Me and my niggas and some Madonna
That look just virgins
But trust they to go
Discussin' life and all our common
Smart that smoke weed, honor roll
Look how the champagne flow
Fine dining, pour another another glass when the is low

I'm in the crib stackin' from here to the ceilin'
Whatever it is I got is appealin'
These other rappers that inferior feelin'
I hope you feel it in your soul healin'
Take a at yourself the mirror's revealin'
If you got it you ain't got it the theory is brilliant

People ask how is goin' I heard it pays
I just came off 2 million in 30 days
I guess it does what the message was
Sometimes I I be spendin' my money just because
But Weezy I'm just out here us
I get to shake the hand of the man that's blessin' us

Yeah, I know these niggas miss the mean
Kush got the room smellin' like spirit
I asked if no-one out here would bring defeat up
Until I lose, for now I'm the game's single
I fly private so tells me to bring my seat up
And book a suite when me and your favorite meet up

Who you like, me who it is
I'mma sure that that women is the next one on my list
I should call it a but fuck it I can't resist
This one is for all my niggas from my city to diss
a response from me you really fail to exist
And I love to see you fail that there is the shit
I swear, pussy nigga get your bread up
the seat that the stewardess just forced your ass to let up
Why your scary ass lookin' down your head up
No-one told you your disguise is the most gettup
With nose plugs in now I can a set up
So your wastin' your time your just only makin' me better

Yeah I try to them don't judge me because you heard stuff
N. Cash that's my brother from the Surf Club
Damn that always kept it so hood
Back when we smoke good at the Oakwoods
And have girls fall like coins in a couch
Now we just all the bitches they warned us about
Scared for the first everything has clicked
What if I dont really do the numbers they
Considerin' the fact that I'm the one they just picked
To write a chapter in this shit has got me sick
But if I really do it expect to get a split
'Cause this truly is some I don't expect y'all to get

I'm nervous but I'mma kill it, they 'bout to let the realest team in
Throwin' up in a huddle Willie Beamen
We're still touchdown passes
In tortoise glasses, hopin' that someone catch it
People say that old Drake, we startin' to it
But need to be a little more specific
Man is this what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker
your questions, fuck your suggestions
Money gets all of my love and
Cars all black like the of Essence
I'm to coming in second but I never sneeze
Y.M.O.E. nigga,

This want y'all
Very Own
Young
ATF
Thank Me Later in this bitch
Free Weezy in this wassup
June 15th in this wassup