Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Got Time!

Right now we got some new only here on Golf Radio
(God I this sample)
We're going to
And
And some fun

I ain't got for these niggas
Better throw a at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, lookin' a seminar
Who the you talkin' to motherfucka?
Boy I ain't got time for bitches
Better throw a clock at these
Had these hoes in bitch lookin' for a water hose
Who the fuck you talking to, boy?
Boy I got time

Boy, I a Kleenex
How I got this far? Boy, I can't it
That I got this car, so I scenic
a white boy, look like River Phoenix
(Happy birthday!)
You bitch ass yep, I'm thirsty
The shots that you threw, they ain't hurt me
I ain't fuck with you ass in the first place

I ain't got tiiiime for niggas
throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in bitch, lookin' like a seminar
Who the you talkin' to motherfucka?
Boy I got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these
Had these hoes in this bitch lookin' for a hose
Who the fuck you talking to, boy?
Boy I ain't got

Nat Turner be so proud of me
Cause all these (motherfuckers!) got style from me
I bet they all from the crowd at me
And if I ask them, bow to me
But, you a house nigga, so you don't
How that shit go my big lips and my big nose
And my big dick and my short
'Cause you already how slow my shit grow

(Hey)
tock
Tick
tock
Tick

Been the man with a plan
Niggas the deal
When I set upon it, feel I bet I get a 100
Next line, I'll have em' woah
I've been kissing white since 2004
One need to See Ms
Four, five, six ago
selling figure
Conversations with Converse finalized, 'cause Vans up
I'ma read commas, you leave comments
Saying I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada
You important
keep sporting
All Smiles Over
Shout out to The
(Tick tock)
And, I just handle all my business like a chess
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
And golf boys, that's my muthafuckin' set boy
Hard to like some thick soda
Walk wit' it, 'cause my pockets look like thick
Do the Skywalker, riding round'
And the kid sprite, and my tint cola
Getting neck from the like some big shoulders
Til' I bust like 9 in your heat holster
Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak
And I bred like I eat kosher
Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big
Green bread, I be chilling like a sofa
It's that thick
Young T
Young fuckers, boy, oh silly me
(I got time!)

Better shit
'Cause I'm either in my Cons or my shit
Pants got a little flood, nigga pipe
A lil uzi, lil boosie way I down
(Boy I got time!)
To be sittin' here now
niggas dying every day
And I light brown
And i-D ain't wanna a nigga no pose
So I went and did a 12 page in Vogue
(Nigga I got time!)

man I'm dat boy
All you lil clones, boy I feel dat boy
You better kill noise
Turn and remap route
they see that boy with them figures and that gap tooth
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
"Fuck. Hello"