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,
money 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 young but im a Giant Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
Just a new crib, And insides so dumb,
Got money put away, incase the hurricane come,
Im a shame huh? 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 glasses like 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 jury dick,
Im a blood,
And i dont smoke crip,
I smoke kutch,
First Bubba,
names Young,
Last Stunna,
in the office,
Take notes im talkin,
Smooth as a cruz floats 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 ya son'll be callin,
you where to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna mover instead,
Thats when you in ya house and everybody dead,
I can take a shit i stand,
Where i stand...and watch you pussies in ya pants,
You a man your a hoe,
I can kill him the flow,
And then the guitar at the fuckin funeral,
Big so they drinkin big shots,
And my gam go Saddam and missile launch,
The Corrain me Wayne Chain,
ma, i dont 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 this bitch, say money talks wel..
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i jump, il prolly land in ya bitch,
Boy that hoe colder than my and my wrist,
Boy im cooler than a fan and a mint,
And when im done this track we'll need a bandages,
I be wit and im above average,
Im a crazy ass star like a asterick,
You niggas see me, im on my casper shit,
Runnin so game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
If love a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,
And you kno im score like Deion 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 took some shots,
I pop popped and took Grey goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Young Money bitch, and if you niggas do it , we chop chop,
ya back on tha block,
We pop cops,
And there aint no 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...