Luyện nghe bài hát Going Bad

(Wheezy here)
G, G

Back home, smokin' (Legal)
I got more than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign runnin' on diesel, dawg
Playin' with my name, that shit is lethal,
(Who you see, what?)
Don
Trust me, at the top it isn't (Strapped)
Everybody actin' like they know me,
Don't just say down, you gotta show me
(What you do?)
Bring the back empty (It's empty)
You asked to see the boss, so 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

It's just a lil' for her
Just to blow it in the
Doesn't mean that we're
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the
I ain't grow up playin'
But show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you
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 Murakami in the (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's
Girl, I left your at Magic, now it's all shade
goin' bad on you anyway

Woah, woah, ooh,
Woah, woah, ah

I fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it's scary
(Back-to-back)
If you fuckin' my odds,
it's come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your like Jason Terry
(Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a (That's a Lambo)
to keep the baddest
Bitches on (Salute)
Every I'm in my trap
I move like (Extended)
a neighborhood in
Philly that I go (That's a Fendi)
For
She said, "Oh, you rich rich?" ("You rich")
Bitch, I graduated, me "Big Fish" (Ballin')
I got Laurie Harrier on my wish (That's Laurie)
That's the thing I want for Christmas
(True story, uh)
I've been had my way out here,
that's facts (Facts)
You ain't that shit you sell,
Yeah, we that's cap (That's cap)
You ain't got to ask me you see me
I'm strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin' (Ooh, ooh)

It's a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to it in the mall
Doesn't mean that involved
I just... I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't up playin' ball,
but show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you wanna ball 'til you fall
When your 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

outta here