Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Grizzy

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

Bitch im on my grizzy,
Young money ya at?,
If you wit Younh Money,
Money where you at?,
Like the bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy that 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 put away, incase the hurricane come,
Im a fuckin 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 more than i do my yes i doess,
I got comin out my pours,
torch,
I got glasses like that boy Scott Storch,
And a porshe,
I got for tha scortch,
at your porch,
by the forts,
And we up courts,
The juss a bitch,
The suck dick,
Im a blood,
And i smoke that crip,
I that kutch,
name Bubba,
First Young,
name Stunna,
in the office,
Take when im talkin,
Smooth as a boat floats when im walkin,
I cause im ballin,
I to be ballin,
When im on the wit bitches man the money keep callin,
You aint till ya son'll be callin,
you where to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna zombie instead,
Thats you walk in ya house and everybody dead,
I can a shit where i stand,
Where i stand...and you pussies piss in ya pants,
You a man your a hoe,
I can him with the flow,
And then play the at the fuckin funeral,
Big so they drinkin big shots,
And my gam go Hussein and missile launch,
The Corrain me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, i dont know karate, but the brain, i kick you out,
You niggas like tony romo, no homo,
And im all about my money, i get for promo yeaa,
Im the man in this bitch, they say money wel..
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i ever jump, il land in ya bitch,
Boy that hoe than my hand and my wrist,
Boy im cooler than a fan and a mint,
And when im this track we'll need a couple bandages,
I be wit and im above average,
Im a crazy ass like a fuckin asterick,
You niggas cant see me, im on my shit,
Runnin so much game, i fuck and lap a bitch,
If love a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna score like after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that after dick,
And when my roll came down guess i did after it,
I popped and took patrone shots,
I pop popped and some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Young Money bitch, and if you wan' do it , we chop chop,
Leave ya on tha block,
We pop cops,
And there no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got that dro, i got pills, i got that yay,
Give it to them and watch them bitches freak away...