Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

[Lil

Huh


Let's go, (Where you at, Wheezy?)

You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a
or standin' a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick
And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got like bananas
We twist the bandanas, and at niggas with cannons
We ran in habitats with and plastic gats
Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's bastard's crack?!!"
I flash the Mack in front of your gal and her tell
Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or pop one in your grill!"
It's Lil Wayne, nigga blast and bang
Pay my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle rain, nigga
the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga
If you out, you can find me on the street with the
If it's a drought, you can me on the street with the work
slip I empty half a clip deep in your shirt
And put whole clique deep in the dirt
me?

(Hook-2x Wayne])
Who wan' beef with
Who wan' creep 'em?
And it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets 'em

Wayne]
I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the with heaters
Let my nine-millimeters your peoples
Bust up in your house and put the gun to Renita
Give me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her
Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black no smile
Me, Turk, G'z and - chicka-POW!
How come these keep burnin the world
and why the hell this nigga Weezy firmin your girl?
Turnin the on the orange and teal, Bentley drop
Then I'ma put up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'em
When you see them that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em
See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for
And this for all my buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper
Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse I come
Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya me?

[Lil
Nasty case, run up in your crib, crash the place
Blast the face, automatic to waist
You bastards play? Then it get and bad
There be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head
A nigga either gon' get it right, or they get it at
And when they spit it, his ass twice like 20 damn dice
Henny and ice is what I prefer but light on the
I pack them clips tight on glocks and light up your blocks
And if there's, coke involved then your throat's
I get the toaster and up and smoke most of y'all
Me and my nigga Sosa, run up in your crib
while your watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you (?) chances slim like
If you want drugs, I got flavors than Fruitopia
Recognize it's real and nuttin than that
Cause one from the mac'll have blood coverin back, ha?

- 2X