Luyện nghe bài hát Going Bad

(Wheezy here)
G, G

Back home, smokin' (Legal)
I got more slaps than The (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin' on diesel,
Playin' with my name, that shit is lethal,
(Who you see, what?)
Don
Trust me, at the top it lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin' like they me, dawg
Don't say you're down, you gotta show me
(What you do?)
the clip back empty (It's empty)
You to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg
(Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece,
(10-piece, dawg)
That ain't nothin', I'm bein' friendly, dawg

just a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to it in the mall
Doesn't mean we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a on the card
I grow up playin' ball
But show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really ball 'til you fall
your back against the wall
And a of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em
Saw you night, but did it broad day

Yeah, lot of in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's
Girl, I your love at Magic, now it's all shade
Still goin' bad on you

Woah, woah, ooh,
Woah, woah, ah

I fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and back-to-back, it's gettin' scary
(Back-to-back)
If you with my odds,
it's come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on head like Jason Terry
(Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard cost a Lambo (That's a Lambo)
to keep the baddest
Bitches on (Salute)
time I'm in my trap
I like Rambo (Extended)
Ain't a in
that I can't go (That's a Fendi)
For
She said, "Oh, you rich?" ("You rich rich")
Bitch, I graduated, me "Big Fish" (Ballin')
I got Harrier on my wish list (That's Laurie)
the only thing I want for Christmas
(True story, uh)
I've had my way out here, yeah
Know that's (Facts)
You livin' that shit you sell,
Yeah, we know cap (That's cap)
You got to ask me when you see me
Know I'm (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we again, we goin' plat' (Ooh, ooh)

It's just a lil' for her
Just to it in the mall
Doesn't mean we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the
I ain't grow up ball,
but I'll show you how the you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you
When back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas you to go away
goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you night, but did it broad day

Wheezy outta