Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Grizzy

LIL
Back on my Lyrics

im back on my grizzy,
Young where 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 where you at?,
Like the bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy that drummer keep drummin, 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 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 that white boy Scott Storch,
And a porshe,
I got for tha scortch,
at your porch,
by the forts,
And we up courts,
The judge a bitch,
The jury dick,
Im a blood,
And i dont that crip,
I that kutch,
name Bubba,
First Young,
Last Stunna,
in the office,
Take notes im talkin,
as a cruz 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 house and dead,
I can take a 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 drinkin big shots,
And my gam go Hussein and missile 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 paid for yeaa,
Im the man in this bitch, they say money 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 need a couple bandages,
I be wit savages and im average,
Im a crazy ass like a fuckin asterick,
You niggas see me, im on my casper shit,
so much game, i fuck 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 mornin after dick,
And when my roll down guess whut i did after it,
I popped and some patrone shots,
I pop and took some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Money bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it , we chop chop,
Leave ya on tha block,
We pop cops,
And aint 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 them freak away...