Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Me

So Little
your motivation?

Is really a question?
Do you really have that down in your notepad
You should be of yourself
You smell me,
I smell like

See, what they don't understand
To me it was always get or die
I come up Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know what I I'm stunner junior
Tha's all I know, that's all I knew
Get or get nothing
You know what I'm and I feel that way for real

So hard I go I pushing
The game's so crazy I'm in it like pussy
I got chip from trying to get the cookie
to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie
Dwayne Carter absent keep
I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the
Ice so like heaven on the watch
Yeah nigga, I done dropped one on the watch

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

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

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

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

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

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

And tell 'em 'bout
'em 'bout my last show
Tell 'em 'bout my hoe
You know just to mack
Call me Dione Sanders the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime falling back
right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack
me

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