Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Grizzy

Bitch im 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 wit Young Money,
Young Money you at?,
Like the energizer wit a battery pack,
Boy that keep 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,
bought a new crib, inside 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 love it more i love my hoes yes i doess,
I got gasoline out my pores,
torch,
I got glasses like white boy Scott Storch,
And a porsche,
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 smoke kush,
First Bubba,
name Young,
Last Stunna,
in the office,
Take notes im talkin,
Smooth as a cruise 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 to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna move instead,
Thats you walk in ya house and everybody 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 him with the flow,
And play the guitar at the fuckin funeral,
Big guns so drinkin big shots,
And my go Saddam Hussein and missile launch,
The Corrain call me Chain,
ma, i dont know karate, but after 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 this bitch, they say talks well
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i jump, il prolly land in ya bitch,
Boy that hoe colder my hand and my wrist,
Boy im cooler than a fan and a mint,
And when im done track will need a couple bandages,
I be wit and im above average,
Im a ass star like a fuckin asterick,
You niggas see me, im on my casper shit,
Runnin so game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
The club 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 when my robe came down guess whut i did it,
I and took some patron 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 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 bitches away...