Luyện nghe bài hát Hittas

[Intro: Pete Ross & Lil
Is it true you with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards?
I don't know, but I know I did perform at bad ass bitch birthday party recently. She's crazy stupid thick
in here
Pooh in
Scoob in with me

1]
Tell them hoes get they right, tell them niggas back up
Man, I the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups?
Used the rope to myself to tie a money bag up
Tell 'em get they iron right before Iron-Man
'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up
I'ma cut this music down, 'em put they apps up
Tell 'em they pride out, roll them windows back up
in the air, who say white men can't jump?
Catch that nigga late on the phone at a gas pump
Let me get the phone and the car once it's up
make a sittin' duck stand up
I could let it blast, but I rather have one
'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up
Then them get passed down, then them hoes get passed up
Sittin' on money to me feel like a cactus
I'm stickin' to this shit, you woulda not hop yo' ass up

Tell 'em, I got hittas (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got woadie
I got woadie (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty (plenty woadie)

2]
I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty
And they just wait for the word, this like Wheel of Fortune
Goddamn, these nosy, goddamn, these snitches nosy
Nigga, I'm a ass with semi, call me semicolon
Yeah I got woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie
They kick the door and yo' ass and leave the children snorin'
I'm sippin' out a glass, make me feel important
I made some green in the past and now it's good as

Clearly, Lil answers to no one

I got woadie
I got, yeah I got woadie (plenty woadie)
I got hittas (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty

3: Lil Wayne & Drake]
I'm so lifted, I'm so
I wrote my will in (in hieroglyphics)
Weezy, where you been? The people you

I got hittas and not kidders, that's my niggas
You got niggas but not hittas, they got jitters
They get hit up, I'm placin' on your niggas
Takin' bidders, you'll pay niggas, don't a difference
I got shooters, on pharmacutals, they armed and
intruders, 'cause we don't doo-doo, we drop conclusions
I got sprayers, all type of sprayers, we gon' Google
I got paper, on top of paper, we gon' rulers
I'm effective, been doin' numbers since numerals
as sumo, we armed as usual, my hittas hungry
Charleston Chew you, bazookas you, just like bazookas
Don't 'em, we only hittas, y'all only humans
Don't get hit up, (hit up, woadie, hit up, woadie)
'Cause I got woadie

[Outro: Jacida
He's a small child. And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. You know, he did. He's so smart, I can't teach him nothin'. He's done been here before