Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Got Time!

Right now we got some new music only here on Golf
(God I this sample)
going 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 fuck you talkin' to
Boy I ain't got time for these
Better throw a clock at hoes
Had these hoes in this lookin' for a water hose
Who the fuck you talking to, muthafuckin
Boy I got time

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

I got tiiiime for these niggas
throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, lookin' 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 for a water hose
Who the fuck you talking to, boy?
Boy I ain't got

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 know
How that go with my big lips and my big nose
And my big and my short hair
'Cause you already know how my shit grow

(Hey)
Tick
tock
Tick
tock

Been the man a bigger plan
Niggas know the
When I set upon it, I bet I get a 100 mil'
Next line, I'll em' like woah
been kissing white boys since 2004
One to See three Ms
Four, five, six ago
Suck figure
Conversations Converse finalized, 'cause Vans fucked up
I'ma commas, you gon' leave comments
Saying what I shoulda did, but you did nada
You ain't
keep sporting
All Smiles Here
out to The Garden
(Tick tock)
And, I just all my business like a chess board
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
And them boys, that's my muthafuckin' set boy
Hard to swallow some thick soda
wit' it, 'cause my pockets look like thick Yoda
Do the Skywalker, riding sola
And the kid skin sprite, and my cola
Getting neck from the like some big shoulders
I bust like that 9 in your heat holster
Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak
And I orthodox like I eat kosher
out to (shhh) they gave a big loafa
Green bread, I be chilling a clean sofa
that thick odor
Young T
Young fuckers, boy, oh silly me
(I got time!)

talk shit
'Cause I'm either in my or my Golf shit
Pants got a little flood, nigga pipe
A lil uzi, lil boosie way I wipe
(Boy I got time!)
To be sittin' here now
'Cause niggas dying day
And I light 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 clones, boy I feel dat boy
You better kill noise
around and remap route
When they see that boy with them figures and that gap
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
"Fuck. Hello"