Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Grizzy

Bitch im on my grizzy,
Young money 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 bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy drummer keep 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,
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 it more than 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,
at your porch,
by the forts,
And we up courts,
The judge a bitch,
The jury dick,
Im a blood,
And i smoke that crip,
I that kush,
name Bubba,
First Young,
Last Stunna,
in the office,
Take notes im talkin,
as a cruise boat floats when im walkin,
I boast im ballin,
I to be ballin,
When im on the phone wit bitches man the keep callin,
You aint till ya son'll 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,
Where i stand...and you pussies piss in ya pants,
You a man your a hoe,
I can kill him the flow,
And then the guitar at the fuckin funeral,
Big guns so drinkin big shots,
And my game go Hussein and missile launch,
The Corrain me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, i know karate, but after the brain, i kick you out,
You niggas suck like 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 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 savages and im average,
Im a crazy ass star like a asterick,
You niggas cant see me, im on my shit,
so much game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
The club like a grocery, i 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 came down guess whut i did after it,
I popped and some patron shots,
I pop popped and took some goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Young Money bitch, and if you niggas do it , we chop chop,
Leave ya on tha block,
We pop cops,
And there no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got dro, i got them pills, i got that yay,
Give it to them hoes and watch them freak away...