Luyện nghe bài hát Constantly Hating

Hopped out my bed
Hopped in the coupe (SKRRRRR)
up on the Birdman
I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a
You got 50 whole bands, be my sponsor (Just for the night)
Them on the plane, me and Cognac-conda (Condas)
I might piece him up and let my smoke him
Chuck E Cheese, I'm about and my Rol' on
I'm a gangster, I dance, baby I poke
Right now I'm surrounded by gangsters from Magnolia
I I put it in the spot, yessir she told me
My muggin', these niggas YSL only
I heard my Nolia not friendly, like no way
But we not friendly either, you it
Yeah up
I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's
My a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco
And if you catch us down, bet you're not trunk us
You got a body, lil nigga, we got a ton of 'em
You got some Robin's, lil nigga, we got some
I let choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son
You got them MJs, nigga, I got Jacksons (Racks)

But what is it to do
When the whole world constantly on you?
Pussy niggas hold nuts, masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile the fuckin' federal on you
Nigga tell me you do
Would you stand up or would you to a pussy nigga?
I got a things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop fuckin' figures

Yeah, I'm from mothafuckin' 'Nolia, nigga
break a nigga nose, lil' nigga
You need to slow your fuckin' roll, nigga
We Ks on shoulders, nigga
I'm a scary fuckin' sight, nigga
We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil'
A hundred bands, you're right, lil' nigga
I keep some AKs on my flights, nigga
Birdman B
Smoke stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese
Hundred K on private overseas
Choppas City nigga, BG
with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep
Rich shit, smoke two pounds in a week
Can't find a bitch that don't know we streets
Bitches that I am Birdman, that's OG

But really is it to do
When the world constantly hatin' on you?
niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile the federal baitin' on you
Nigga tell me you do
you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?
I got a things to do
And I can stop but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures

I'm a crack addict
Thought about them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it
The new Boosie said it
drop a nigga like, just like a bad habit
I to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug
I'm a big dog, fuck nigga you a pup
Lil' bitch clean your drawers you think you're a thug
Before I be in front your shows, like your pub
I ain't even lyin',
I swear to God I ain't lyin', (No)
First I'll screw you these pliers, baby
I might dap you like, "good try,"
Big B livin',
Them boys on my throwin' up Cs
I promise their mama see them this
And I don't promises with my Ds (Them my dogs)
I want Ms and cheese, Mickey Ds
She know I am a beast, I so am
In Miami I swear they don't got weed
Wiz Khalifa can you some weed please?