Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Bullshit

Where was you at I was trying to blow?
my money 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 niggas they gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly
Police asking me questions; I told 'em "I know,"
You was in the crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run down on my connect, playing dominoes
Backed them niggas down for that work and them "adios!"
my money up, I'm looking like King Jaffe Jo'
I ain't make "Panda," but been wearing Desiigner 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 with? Is y'all niggas
a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is exclusive
Packing the U-censored, he the toothpick, I'm packing the pool stick
Mad I move with .40-caliber tool grip, I'm faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared I'll shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they catching a ship, I'm grabbin' the [?]
Back with the movement, it's a fact you a bitch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in at school with, keep acting confusing
Man I refuse it, I think you'd rather it, your head, I'll have to remove it
improvement, all you rappers included, I'm Ravishing Rude Rick
Ancient were hit in the genitals [?]

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

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

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