Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Bullshit

Where was you at when I was to blow?
Waste my money on farms, I was trying to grow
Niggas tried to eat on my block, I had to the fo'
Ran down on them and told them niggas gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda
I was on the eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly Joes
Police asking me I told 'em "I don't know,"
You was in the crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run down on my connect, playing dominoes
Backed niggas down for that work and told them "adios!"
my money up, I'm looking like King Jaffe Jo'
I ain't make "Panda," but I've been Desiigner clothes!
Back on my bullshit, Mac with the full clip, might have to lose it
I'm quick to use it, who you acting a with? Is y'all niggas stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, track is exclusive
Packing the U-censored, he packing the toothpick, I'm packing the pool
Mad 'cause I move .40-caliber tool grip, I'm faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared that I'll the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they a cruise ship, I'm grabbin' the [?]
Back with the movement, it's a you a true bitch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting
Man I refuse it, I think you'd rather defuse it, head, I'll have to remove it
Lacking improvement, all you included, I'm Ravishing Rude Rick
pretenders were hit in the genitals [?]

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I'mma what's mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it's that time!
I'm back on my
I'm back on my
I said I'm on my bull-shit
I'm back on my
Hey!

On my BS, we platium Day's and Jesus
Had some they killing 'em, that's an understate'
nigga used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a nigga get money, get mad at you!
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, I got a view
And all my bitches is loyal, got a debt or two
I've been getting busy playing Frisbee the rakes
Everybody pissy, well then, lift by the case!
Could've bought a boat for the price of the
Pulling dope out the tires like a pit
(Whoa! Whoa!) when I come through
I already sent you, tell niggas what the gun do
.45'll miss, the hit
lit 'til they laying in shit!
Your is a 187
been killing 'em softly, get in niggas' apartments!

(Jaquae! Jaquae!)
the Don
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(Papoose, Pa-poose!)