Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Grizzy

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Back on my Lyrics

Bitch im on my grizzy,
money where ya at?,
Two and a mic,
the Dj run it back,

Bitch im on my grizzy,
money where ya at?,
If you wit Younh Money,
Money where you at?,
Like the energizer wit a battery pack,
Boy drummer keep drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat,
Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum,
Im so young but im a like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
Just a new crib, And insides so dumb,
Got some money put away, incase the come,
Im a shame huh? yea i know yea i know,
I go out the to get all my clothes and my hoes,
And i go out my way to get my dro and my doe,
Cause, I love it than i do my hoes yes i doess,
I got comin out my pours,
torch,
I got like that white boy Scott Storch,
And a porshe,
I got for tha scortch,
Snipers at porch,
by the forts,
And we up courts,
The judge a bitch,
The suck dick,
Im a blood,
And i dont that crip,
I that kutch,
name Bubba,
First Young,
name Stunna,
in the office,
Take when im talkin,
Smooth as a cruz boat when im walkin,
I boast im ballin,
I to be ballin,
When im on the wit bitches man the money keep callin,
You aint satisfied till ya be callin,
you where to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you zombie mover instead,
Thats when you in ya house and everybody dead,
I can take a shit i stand,
Where i stand...and watch you piss in ya pants,
You a man your a hoe,
I can kill him the flow,
And then play the at the fuckin funeral,
Big guns so drinkin big shots,
And my gam go Saddam Hussein and launch,
The Corrain me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, i dont know karate, but after the brain, i you out,
You suck like tony romo, no homo,
And im all about my money, i get for promo yeaa,
Im the man in this bitch, they say talks wel..
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i ever jump, il land in ya bitch,
Boy that hoe colder my hand and my wrist,
Boy im more cooler a fan and a mint,
And when im this track we'll need a couple bandages,
I be wit savages and im average,
Im a ass star like a fuckin asterick,
You niggas cant see me, im on my shit,
Runnin so game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
If like a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna score like after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that mornin dick,
And when my roll came down guess i did after it,
I and took some patrone shots,
I pop and took some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Young Money bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it , we chop,
ya back on tha block,
We pop cops,
And aint no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got dro, i got them pills, i got that yay,
Give it to them and watch them bitches freak away...