Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Got Time!

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

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

Boy, I a Kleenex
How I got this Boy, I can't believe 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 little shots that you threw, they hurt me
I ain't with you bitch ass in the first place

I ain't got tiiiime for these
throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in bitch, lookin' like a seminar
Who the fuck you talkin' to
Boy I ain't got 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 got time

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

(Hey)
Tick
tock
Tick
Tick

the man with a bigger plan
Niggas know the
When I set upon it, feel I bet I get a 100
Next line, I'll em' like woah
I've been kissing white boys 2004
One to See three Ms
Four, five, six ago
Suck selling
with Converse finalized, 'cause Vans fucked up
I'ma read commas, you leave comments
what I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada
You important
I'mma keep
All Smiles Over
Shout out to The
(Tick tock)
And, I just handle all my business a chess board
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
And golf boys, that's my muthafuckin' set boy
to swallow like some thick soda
Walk wit' it, 'cause my pockets like thick Yoda
Do the Skywalker, riding round'
And the kid skin sprite, and my cola
Getting neck from the ball like big shoulders
Til' I bust like 9 in your heat holster
Everything I say is hot, I speak toaster
And I bred orthodox I eat kosher
out to (shhh) they gave a big loafa
Green bread, I be like a clean sofa
that thick odor
Young T
Young fuckers, black boy, oh me
(I got time!)

Better shit
'Cause I'm in my Cons or my Golf shit
Pants got a flood, nigga 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 light
And i-D wanna give a nigga no pose
So I went and did a 12 spread 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
When they see boy with them figures and that gap tooth
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
"Fuck. Hello"