Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

[Lil

Huh


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

You liable to catch me up the six, or beatin' up a chick
or over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick
And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips bananas
We the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons
We ran in habitats with and plastic gats
Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this crack?!!"
I flash the Mack in front of your gal and her tell
Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in grill!"
Lil Wayne, nigga blast and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I'm gon' to bang niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle rain, nigga
Flood the av quick the quarters and halves, nigga
If you out, you can me on the street with the work
If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the
Never slip I empty half a deep in your shirt
And put whole clique deep in the dirt
me?

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

Wayne]
I'm the Hot Boy on the field with heaters
Let my nine-millimeters kill your
Bust up in your and put the gun to lil' Renita
me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her sneakers
Wow (wow, wow) you can me in all black with no smile
Me, Turk, G'z and - chicka-POW!
How come these niggaz keep burnin the
and why the hell this nigga Weezy keep firmin your
Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley
Then I'ma put up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell your mom to get the 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 for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper
a nigga quiet as a mouse when 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 Then it get awful and bad
There will be no more walkin for dad, and off with your head
A nigga either get it right, or they get it at night
And when they spit it, lick his ass like 20 damn dice
Henny and ice is what I but light on the rocks
I pack them clips tight on glocks and light up your blocks
And if there's, involved then your throat's involved
I get the toaster and up and smoke most of y'all
Me and my nigga Super Sosa, run up in crib
while your grandma Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you (?) chances slim like
If you want drugs, I got flavors than Fruitopia
Recognize it's and nuttin udder than that
Cause one from the mac'll blood coverin your back, ha?

- 2X