Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Bullshit

Where was you at when I was to blow?
Waste my on weed 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 they go!
Had the FAT Goose on, it was kinda cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly
Police asking me questions; I told 'em "I know,"
You was in the precinct crying, you had the nose!
Had to run down on my connect, they playing
Backed them 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 wearing clothes!
Back on my bullshit, Mac with the clip, might have to just lose it
I'm quick to use it, who you acting a fool Is y'all niggas stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is
Packing the U-censored, he the toothpick, I'm packing the pool stick
Mad 'cause I with .40-caliber tool grip, I'm faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared that shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they a cruise ship, I'm grabbin' the [?]
Back the movement, it's a fact you a true bitch, my status is too lit
I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting confusing
Man I refuse it, I think you'd defuse it, your 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 more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it's about that time!
I'm on my bullshit
I'm on my bullshit
I said I'm back on my
I'm back on my
Hey!

On my BS, we platium and diamond Jesus
Had some rumors killing 'em, that's an understate'
Same nigga used to the blue Malibu
as a nigga get money, they get mad at you!
Sitting on a sign, I ain't got a view
And all my bitches is loyal, they got a or two
I've been getting busy playing Frisbee with the
pissy, well then, lift them by the case!
Could've bought a boat for the of the wristwatch
Pulling out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) when I come through
I sent you, tell your niggas what the gun do
.45'll miss, the hit
Everybody lit 'til they in shit!
love is a 187
I've been killing 'em softly, get in apartments!

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