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 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 & 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 them niggas down for that work and them "adios!"
Brought my 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 full clip, have to just lose it
I'm quick to use it, who you acting a fool with? Is y'all stupid?
a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is exclusive
Packing the U-censored, he packing the toothpick, I'm packing the stick
Mad 'cause I 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 loose lips, they catching a cruise 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 classes at school with, keep acting
Man I refuse it, I think rather defuse it, your head, I'll have to remove it
Lacking improvement, all you rappers included, I'm Ravishing Rude
Ancient pretenders were hit in the [?]

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I'mma take mine
I want money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it's about that time!
I'm back on my
I'm back on my
I I'm back on my bull-shit
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 move the Malibu
Soon as a nigga get money, 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
pissy, well then, lift them by the case!
Could've a boat for the price of the wristwatch
Pulling dope out the tires a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) when I come 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 killing 'em softly, get in niggas' apartments!

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