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 to eat on my block, I had to cock the fo'
Ran down on them and told them they gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Joes
Police me questions; I told 'em "I don't know,"
You was in the crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run on my connect, they playing dominoes
Backed them niggas down for that and told them "adios!"
my money up, I'm looking like King Jaffe Jo'
I ain't "Panda," but I've been wearing 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 fool with? Is y'all stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, track is exclusive
the U-censored, he packing 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, scared that I'll shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with lips, they catching a cruise ship, I'm grabbin' the [?]
Back with the movement, a fact you a true bitch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting
Man I it, I think you'd rather defuse 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 take what's
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, about that time!
I'm on my bullshit
I'm back on my
I said I'm back on my
I'm back on my
Hey!

On my BS, we platium Day's and diamond
Had rumors they killing 'em, that's an understate'
Same used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a get money, they get mad at you!
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, I ain't got a
And all my bitches is loyal, got a debt or two
I've been busy playing Frisbee with the rakes
Everybody pissy, well then, them by the case!
Could've bought a boat for the of the wristwatch
dope out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) when I come through
I already sent you, tell 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
P!
(Papoose, Pa-poose!)