Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Grizzy

Bitch im on my grizzy,
money 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,
Young Money you at?,
the energizer 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,And
Im so young but im a like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
Just bought a new crib, so dumb,
Got some put away, in case 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,
i go out my way to get my dro and my doe,
Cause, I it more than i love my hoes yes i doess,
I got gasoline out my pores,
torch,
I got glasses like that white boy Storch,
And a porsche,
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 smoke kush,
First Bubba,
First Young,
name Stunna,
in the office,
Take when im talkin,
Smooth as a cruise boat floats im walkin,
I boast im ballin,
I to be ballin,
When im on the phone wit bitches man the money callin,
You aint satisfied ya son'll be callin,
Tellin you to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna move instead,
Thats when you walk in ya house and dead,
I can take a shit 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 play the guitar at the fuckin funeral,
Big so they drinkin big shots,
And my go Saddam Hussein and missile launch,
The Corrain call me Chain,
Listen ma, i dont know karate, but the brain, i kick you out,
You niggas suck like romo, no homo,
And im all about my money, i get paid for yeaa,
Im the man in this bitch, say money talks well
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i jump, il prolly land in ya bitch,
Boy hoe colder than my hand and my wrist,
Boy im more 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 cant see me, im on my shit,
Runnin so much game, i fuck and lap a bitch,
The club like a grocery, i bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna like Deion after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that mornin dick,
And my robe came down guess whut i did after it,
I popped and some patron 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 aint 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 watch them freak away...