Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Me

So Little
your motivation?

Is that really a
Do you really have that written down in your
You should be ashamed of
You me, girl
I like money

See, that's what they don't
To me it was always get or die
I come up under Birdman the Number One
You know what I mean I'm junior
Tha's all I know, that's all I knew
Get money or get
You know what I'm saying and I feel way for real

So I go I keep pushing
The game's so I'm in it like deep pussy
I got chip from trying to get the whole
Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I hookie
Carter absent keep looking
I'm on the block, I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright like on the watch
Yeah nigga, I dropped one eleven on the watch

So and see what I do
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing
They got the shivers, I got the fever
I got to the hood back after Katrina
F. Baby now the F is for Fema
Sick bitch I spit that Leukemia
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so
me

And that's just my point right
That's what I'm always trying to stress, you what I'm saying
If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me then you real
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you
So, is your music the voice of
Urban America or period
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause who I speak for
And myself, you what I mean, my family, that's who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life, you

C'mon, bang this shit, nigga, pump my
You gotta that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood bitch
You gotta aim that and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas what wanna do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, Rambo
Fucking with the boy, baby, a cambo
If he won in Vegas leave him on the table

I'm willing and I'm to come run up in your stable
Like nobody a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma spend it
Then it's back to doing any damn just to get it
The re-ups be birthday parties
No to park the cars in the garages
So the cribs all you see is the roggies
If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I foreign
me

And see where everybody get me wrong at
You know what I I got that heat rock, for real
Why do you think other rappers lack the of your music?
because they ain't got that heat rock like me
You what I mean
They ain't like me, they spitting
But, know what I mean, they ain't got
I got the flu over here man, for
I need relief, y'all me, for real
I know y'all sick of me I'm tired of y'all for real

And based on the bank, I'm doing better
Than a lot of these niggas, I'm tired of niggas
Yawning I see them make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm back and passing, they catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh, that gone burn ya, that gone probably learn ya
To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever around here no more
gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the God I should ride with the
But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe, yeah

And 'em 'bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em 'bout my last
'em 'bout my last hoe
You know just born to
Call me Dione bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime niggas falling
That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as
me

And just what it is, nigga
If you don't like my shit then fuck you and shit, man, straight up
how I was tough, that's how I was brought up
And that's how I'ma go down, man, for
Cash-money, young-money in your motherfucking throat
Swallow
Weezy F. Baby this is over, go to the next song