Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Grizzy

LIL
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 fuck wit Money,
Money where you at?,
Like the energizer bunny wit a 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,
Just a new crib, And insides so dumb,
Got money put away, incase the hurricane 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 gasoline 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 floats im walkin,
I boast im ballin,
I to be ballin,
When im on the phone wit bitches man the keep callin,
You aint till ya son'll 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 a shit where i stand,
i stand...and watch you pussies piss in ya pants,
You a man your a hoe,
I can kill him the flow,
And play the guitar at the fuckin funeral,
Big so they drinkin big shots,
And my gam go Hussein and missile launch,
The call me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, i dont know karate, but the brain, i kick you out,
You niggas suck tony romo, no homo,
And im all about my money, i get 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 than my and my wrist,
Boy im more 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 ass star like a fuckin asterick,
You cant see me, im on my casper shit,
Runnin so much game, i around and lap a bitch,
If love like a grocery, i bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna score like Deion picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that mornin dick,
And when my roll came down guess whut i did it,
I popped and took patrone shots,
I pop popped and took some Grey 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 them pills, i got yay,
Give it to them hoes and them bitches freak away...