Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Shit

Yea, ice cream hoodie, ape tennis shoes
No for pictures, no time for interviews
I'm go get the money, or sunny
Try me and I'm comin' out my coat arm or
on the table "Pay me or they go"
You can't get the cash pay me in Yayo,
me the drama
Don't go run and if that's ya mama
Then merk you right in front of that bitch
I'm a Young Money, Cash Money, Universal
Watch out Ms. Syria, I'm kinda ya, ha
I'm a headache, but they love the
I ask a bitch her name and her go board the plane

I'm so sure, I more, I'm so more, the Wayne.
I whores, that know whores
always with some more whores
You owe whores I whores, I grow whores
I know it's at the store I go more
I go and so forth
Mami say she so bored oh boy uh oh
I leave that pussy so sore that's no doze
Bitch get lost in the current how the dough
Niggas call lo-lo's

Nigga got the glock in a hold
I won't fold to the cops to the
hoes
Shout to my ground, Hollygrove
Fuck with them New Orleans niggas,
Uptown up town's, I rolls, yeah
Welcome to the real outdoors and of
That chopper that I tote'll split like a divorce
the spiritual force, take 'em way up north
They say the end is comin', I'm a up for it
I'm a chase money, you can wait up for it
I'm a kick to the snare, boom to the bass
What more can I I can't feel my face

Deal up, wheel up it back come rewind
I'm a dealer I bring it back all the time
That coke, hard, that crack, oh God
You get caught you can't back no charge

Nigga mouth leakin' am out no charge
That's free no that's G code ya'll
So, no more slow leakin' now he just got a
Flatline on his back flat halftime (halftime)
In the playin' EA Sports
They in the streets till the D.A. See they
Plus the chickies know I stay fresh till my tippy
Hit the sneaker and say two words
"Gimme those" (gimme)

Gimme those (those) those (those)
Matter fact those whole three rows
I hit the like gimme that (that)
that (that) gimme that matter fact gimme that rack
Cash laid tad I'm out
I'm off to the valet, my car? Thank you
I do better who better? You
cheeder playboy Hugh Hefner

The two next up my yes uh
I buy a car because I like the smell of new leather
I'm young, I'm fly, I'm black, I'm
I let my nuts sag I drag my (ya dig)

The whores know I let my balls sag
Off drawers, grow 'em all in they torso
Uh, she take the dick
I her "put a sock in it, bitch take the dick"
Stroke, stroke see if she can the dick
May I see if she can the brick you on a team now

Meanwhile, I'm in the
Doin' my daily
a few things, cook a few O's
Let my bag 'em
Give 'em to my let the strip have 'em
Fiends go beserk for the work I'm
Fiends go to work the work you sell 'em

They know they buy more they head hurt they eyes sore
You sellin' that rock, sheet rock, dry wall
They don't want they come back for more
But they come back to me don't come back to your
I be chef the chef you have to re-chef
When I chef comprendez rewind, reset, replay,
I be chef the chef you never have to
I chef comprendez, aye