Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

[Lil

Huh


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

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

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

[Lil
I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field with
Let my kill your peoples
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 these niggaz keep burnin the world
and why the hell this nigga keep firmin your girl?
the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley drop
Then put that 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 bullets that my glock pop, gon' eat 'em
See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I for freedom
And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em
Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse I come
#1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?

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

- 2X