Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Grizzy

LIL
Back on my Lyrics

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

Bitch im on my grizzy,
Young where ya at?,
If you fuck wit Money,
Yougn Money you at?,
Like the bunny 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 but im a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
bought a new crib, And insides so dumb,
Got some money put away, incase the come,
Im a fuckin shame yea i know yea i know,
I go out the country to get all my 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 white boy 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 dont smoke crip,
I that kutch,
name Bubba,
First Young,
name Stunna,
in the office,
Take notes 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 satisfied till ya son'll be callin,
Tellin you where to leave the in the mornin,
Ok you wanna mover instead,
Thats when you walk in ya and everybody dead,
I can a shit where i stand,
Where i stand...and you pussies piss in ya pants,
You aint a man a hoe,
I can kill him the flow,
And then play the guitar at the funeral,
Big guns so they big shots,
And my gam go Saddam and missile launch,
The Corrain call me Chain,
Listen ma, i know karate, but after the brain, i kick you out,
You suck like tony romo, no homo,
And im all my money, i get paid for promo yeaa,
Im the man in bitch, they say money 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 done this track need a couple bandages,
I be wit savages and im average,
Im a crazy ass like a fuckin asterick,
You niggas cant see me, im on my shit,
Runnin so game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
If love like a grocery, i bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna score like after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get mornin after dick,
And my roll came down guess whut i did after it,
I popped and some patrone shots,
I pop popped and took some goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Young bitch, and if you niggas 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 hoes and watch bitches freak away...