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' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a
And we the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas
We the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons
We ran in habitats with masks and plastic
Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this crack?!!"
I flash the in front of your gal and make her tell
Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in grill!"
It's Lil Wayne, nigga and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I'm have to bang niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle rain, nigga
Flood the av quick with the and halves, nigga
If you out, you can find me on the street the work
If it's a drought, you can find me on the street the work
slip I empty half a clip deep in your shirt
And put your whole clique in the dirt
me?

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

Wayne]
I'm the Hot Boy on the field with heaters
Let my kill your peoples
up in your house and put the gun to lil' Renita
Give me the yay, or else 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 niggaz keep burnin the world
and why the hell this Weezy keep firmin your girl?
Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley
Then I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit block
Tell your mom to get the cops y'all gon' need 'em
When you see them bullets my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em
See for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedom
And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em
Keep a nigga quiet as a when I come
#1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?

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

- 2X