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 money ya at?,
If you fuck wit Money,
Money where you at?,
Like the energizer bunny wit a 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 a new crib, inside so dumb,
Got some put away, in case the hurricane come,
Im a fuckin shame huh? yea i yea i know,
I go out the to get all my clothes 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 like that white boy Scott Storch,
And a porsche,
I got for tha scortch,
Snipers at porch,
by the forts,
And we up courts,
The juss a bitch,
The jury dick,
Im a blood,
And i dont smoke crip,
I that kush,
name Bubba,
First Young,
Last Stunna,
in the office,
Take notes im talkin,
Smooth as a cruise boat when im walkin,
I boast im ballin,
I to be ballin,
When im on the phone wit 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 zombie instead,
Thats when you walk in ya and everybody 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 then play the at the fuckin funeral,
Big guns so drinkin big shots,
And my game go Saddam 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, they say talks well
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i ever jump, il land in ya bitch,
Boy hoe colder than my hand and my wrist,
Boy im more cooler a fan and a mint,
And when im done this track will need a bandages,
I be wit and im above average,
Im a crazy ass star a fuckin asterick,
You cant see me, im on my casper shit,
so much game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
The like a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,
And you kno im score like Deion after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that mornin dick,
And when my robe came guess whut i did after it,
I popped and took patron shots,
I pop popped and some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Young Money bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it , we chop,
ya back on tha block,
We pop cops,
And there no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got that dro, i got them pills, i got yay,
Give it to them and watch them bitches freak away...