Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Got Time!

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

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

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

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

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

(Hey)
Tick
tock
Tick
Tick

Been the man a bigger plan
Niggas the deal
When I set upon it, feel I bet I get a 100
Next line, have em' like woah
I've been kissing white boys since
One need to See Ms
Four, five, six ago
Suck selling
Conversations with Converse finalized, Vans fucked up
I'ma read commas, you leave comments
Saying what I did, but you ain't did nada
You ain't
keep sporting
All Smiles Here
Shout out to The
(Tick tock)
And, I just handle all my like a chess board
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
And them golf boys, that's my set boy
Hard to swallow some thick soda
Walk it, 'cause my pockets look like thick Yoda
Do the Skywalker, riding sola
And the kid skin sprite, and my cola
neck from the ball like some big shoulders
Til' I like that 9 in your heat holster
Everything I say is hot, bitch I toaster
And I bred like I eat kosher
Shout out to (shhh) gave a big loafa
Green bread, I be chilling like a clean
It's thick odor
money T
Young fuckers, boy, oh silly me
(I got time!)

talk shit
'Cause I'm either in my Cons or my Golf
Pants got a little flood, pipe down
A lil uzi, lil boosie way I down
(Boy I got time!)
To be sittin' right now
'Cause niggas dying day
And I ain't brown
And i-D wanna give 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 niggas clones, boy I dat boy
You better kill noise
around and remap route
When they see boy with them figures and that gap tooth
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
"Fuck. Hello"