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 fuck wit Money,
Money where you at?,
Like the energizer 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 but im a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
bought a new crib, inside so dumb,
Got money 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 than i my hoes yes i doess,
I got gasoline out my pores,
torch,
I got glasses like that 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 that kush,
First Bubba,
name Young,
Last Stunna,
in the office,
Take notes im talkin,
Smooth as a cruise boat floats im walkin,
I boast im ballin,
I to be ballin,
im on the phone wit bitches man the money keep callin,
You satisfied till ya son'll be callin,
you where to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna zombie instead,
Thats when you in ya house and everybody dead,
I can a shit where i stand,
Where i stand...and watch you 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 guns so they big shots,
And my game go Hussein and missile launch,
The Corrain call me Chain,
Listen ma, i know karate, but after the brain, i kick you out,
You niggas like tony romo, no homo,
And im all about my money, i get for promo yeaa,
Im the man in this bitch, say money talks well
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i ever jump, il prolly in ya bitch,
Boy hoe colder than my hand and my wrist,
Boy im more cooler a fan and a mint,
And when im this track will need a couple 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 much game, i around and lap a bitch,
The like a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna score Deion after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that after dick,
And when my robe came down guess whut i did it,
I popped and took some 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 bitches freak away...