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,
money where ya at?,
If you fuck wit Money,
Young Money you at?,
Like the bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy that drummer drummin, like 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 money put away, in case the hurricane come,
Im a fuckin huh? 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 love it more than i my hoes yes i doess,
I got gasoline out my pores,
torch,
I got glasses that white boy Scott 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 dont smoke crip,
I smoke kush,
First Bubba,
First Young,
name Stunna,
in the office,
Take notes 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 keep callin,
You aint satisfied till ya be callin,
Tellin you to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna zombie instead,
Thats you walk in ya house and everybody dead,
I can take a where i stand,
i stand...and watch you pussies piss in ya pants,
You aint a man a hoe,
I can kill him the flow,
And then the guitar at the fuckin funeral,
Big guns so they big shots,
And my game go Saddam and missile launch,
The call me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, i dont know karate, but after the brain, i you out,
You niggas suck tony romo, no homo,
And im all my money, i get paid for promo yeaa,
Im the man in this bitch, they say talks well
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i ever jump, il land in ya bitch,
Boy that hoe 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 see me, im on my casper shit,
Runnin so much game, i around and lap a bitch,
The club a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna score Deion after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that mornin dick,
And when my robe 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 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 them pills, i got yay,
Give it to them hoes and watch them freak away...