Luyện nghe bài hát Boyz 2 Menace

[Intro: Gudda
Take shit off at the front
Gudda!

[Verse 1: Gudda
Sleep on me, I hope you die in your
No defiant as me
I my worth, so when you pay me
Just know that I am not
On the road to
Tappin' my horn, so for the beep
this shit to pieces
No, I not look out for the beat
out on the block
Got on my and rose to the top
I'm the cleanup man the mop
50 disfigured his top, yes
I from the city of God
I around in the city like God
it out and still come back
Somebody, please me, what are the odds?
On this mic I am a wizard, but is not Oz
Cold but hot, I can turn the to fall
I'm sicker y'all
Don't talk to me unless you talkin' paper
I'm some makers, no time for a neighbor
I'm New Orleans, yes, I am a gator
do you a favor, and not do you a favor
'Cause if I do you a
And you don't come with that paper
I'ma to lay hands on you
Like I'm givin' you
Eastside, we playin' it fair
You ever heard of the tortoise and
I'm the gear
off in the back, bitch
But now I'm winnin', it's
Nigga, I'm

[Interlude: Lil
For
(Blows smoke)

2: Lil Wayne]
I got my married hoes on drugs
Got my fattest hoes gettin' fucked
And my trashiest hoes is as fuck
And my nastiest is neat as fuck
Take your shoes off before you inside
Take your shoes off before you cross the
I snoozed off on Father
Got my goons to go kidnap Daughter
Come to wet the up, and whoever in it
Got one gun that shoot for seven
I'm shitting, niggas never spit it
I'm high class, elementary
Repetition, the definition
I'm a Hot Boy under air
Shoot the gun the left arm limpin'
George in all seven minutes
Got a hot off television
With a very sticky kitty
In the position, screamin' "You're consistent"
I sit there and listen like we business
I don't need her out here niggas
I'd really have her steal from niggas
I really like a pilgrim, nigga
Kush loud as Fred screamin' "Wilma!",
I've been takin' time out to count the
Break a in the promised land
Going zow off of zagga xans
the middleman to the Macho Man
I've been shit up in Diddy house
Went to Disneyland, talked to Mickey
Then I out how to figure out
What I was figurin' out, you it out
Got a trigger man an extra hand
My bitches by my bitch's house
So every is a slumber party
Sky is the limit, head in the
While you runnin' round, run it up
You dumb it down, I dumb enough
I hit the and stunk it up
High comin' down, comin' up
You gon' hold me down, you hold me up
You know me, but you know what's up
And the coke was cut some extra coke
Showed her more than love, she shoulder-shrugged
She don't know it's love, it's not love
As as we can keep extortin' the plug
Just let him bleed and the blood
Just let him be and the buzz
Pour it up, catch a sugar
full of rust, but it still bust
Bust as fuck, every bullet struck
Like a hundred holes, got a
full as fuck, money full of dust
And I'm pulling up in "What the fuck?"
That's a muscle car, got me buff
If you enough, you a mussel, punk
a Bugatti on steroids
Bugatti on
All-white like an
All rings on, call me bellboy
From the to the Kevlar
Don't mean shit your head off
Make the top dog dead off
And we keep his for a memoir
I sped off the head off
Goin' big Bruno on
Sippin' Lone Star, turn a
To a known star with a phone
Hold up; murky, murky water,
Purple, rivers, yeah
Floatin' ribbons, yeah
I'm cursed, but religious, damn
I've been 10s, yeah
my bitch pop all the 20s, damn
Why you hatin' on the skinnys,
I met Satan, he was chillin', up

Murky, murky
Purple, purple
Floatin' ribbons
I'm but still religious
Damn, your clothes off
Bitch, call your dog
Bitch, I feel like
Bitch, Boyz 2