Luyện nghe bài hát Going Bad

(Wheezy here)
G, G

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

It's just a 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the
Doesn't mean that we're
I just... what? I just... uh, put a on the card
I ain't grow up ball
But I'll you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna 'til you fall
When your back against the
And a of niggas need you to go away
Still bad on 'em anyway
Saw you night, but did it broad day

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

Woah, woah, ooh,
Woah, woah, ah

I could fit like 80 in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it's gettin'
(Back-to-back)
If you with my odds,
don't come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head 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 like Rambo (Extended)
Ain't a in
that I can't go (That's a Fendi)
For
She said, "Oh, you rich rich?" ("You rich")
Bitch, I graduated, me "Big Fish" (Ballin')
I got Laurie 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 facts (Facts)
You ain't that shit you sell,
Yeah, we know 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
to blow it in the mall
Doesn't mean that we're
I just... I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up ball,
but show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really ball 'til you fall
When back against the wall
And a bunch of need you to go away
goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you night, but did it broad day

Wheezy here