Luyện nghe bài hát Favorite Rapper

Yeah.. yeah.. aight?Motherfuckers!
Bitch-ass niggaz,
through nigga... YO!

I creep on the tippy-toe, surprisin the

And ain't nobody safe unless you E'RYTHING

Clappin at your baby, your entourage
Don't be 'fraid of these slugs, they get you to God

I'm a homegrown terror, my pops planted the
When I wild, don't be mad at me, should him
War with start of your end

Beef with these faggot-ass rappers started the
P?That's my for life, don't fuck with him
And if word get back to me, I'm you
it's on me hammers stuck to the hand just like glue

Shorty she knew me so I had to check her
Like them O.G.'s smokin trees of bamboo
I'm a Gemini bitch, mean I flip with the weather
I don't know how you talk to them other cats, but I them
(Nah!)Put it in your girlfriend

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[H] Clap favorite rapper, gives a FUCK
Gimme a minute I'll that ass, whassup?
[P] It's like cause we gettin it back, get it back
ki's how we get it back, it's a cash explosion

Yeah right, that's right, that's right
Know we done a jackpot Dunn, it's a wrap from now on
Just servin these niggaz portions of that raw

And sit back and countin this cash, we off
Knick-knack, paddy-wack, a dawg more
I stop 'til I can match my car with my clothes

And ery'day of the week, I'm up flows
Spend ery'day with my peeps, in the vultures

to Uncle Imeek, he holdin down the corporates
.. eatin like a Boss
Clik-clik-BAOW!Don't me shootin my gun at y'all
Don't have me cuttin niggaz down the sniper
You had me kill some'n, I'm tryin bundles

of scratch, the thou's to the mills
Paper that our generation gon' feel
Cause niggaz fuck with our money, we set it like the Bush
You niggaz gettin your do that for real