Luyện nghe bài hát I'm So Wavy

N-gga pop tags, I pop the
N-gga got swag, I got the
N-ggas got better run it
dubs and hundreds, I dont do fifties, n-gga
And I dont do Jiggas
Off that boss black Lamborghini, interior crack
Louis V golf hat, feelin like a
I made something out of nothin like
Started from an eighth, it to a key
I got em like ay, trappin like
Plus I get green than blue cheese
And I a red bandana in my blue jeans
So, calm your nerves, with all that absurd
Far the curb bullshit-slash-spoken word
You
Im the same city as Venus and Serena
So get served
Im so wavy, no yacht
Aint no Big on my block
But Im an underground king, to Pimp C
Catch me through the hood, 20-10 Bentley
You got cheese and I kill rats
Translation, I still
Now do something with
Or to this
And with them big ass
You got my name in your
I hope it tastes thisahhh
No homo, one timeahhh
Thats your
And I been hard to the core since I solo
Only man on my like my all-black Polo
And where Im bout to go is a no-no
But Im loco, got the in a chokehold
son me, Im not from NYC
You cant have a child by your Destiny
And I mean to that a shot at Bey
Im blacked out you did Free

Cause Im so
Too to be a Jay-Z
Rock more red than Weezy
say the Baby
I been around for years, so b-tch, dont me
And is not a diss
I was just out in LA with Drake, b*tch
And no disrespect to G and
But n*gga Im a G and Im doing for hip-hop
And thats Yes brother, and Ye my so
Ima him some advice, Get rid of Amber Rose!
Ima you how she get down
I was at Diddys after party, sippin
She was whisperin to Chris
I Chris turn his head like No!
Then Gold Digger came on, I like, Hoe!
But this bout her, this about Hov
Ima chop down the Roc and it to the stove
I apologize to Bey, cause about Hov
Ima chop the Roc and take it to the stove

D.O.A.? No!
T-Pain stays, old n-gga

Im so
Too hardcore to be a
All in ear just like Dre beats
The ni-ga the cut yay couldnt me
You a shot and the sh-t grazed me
I wet up your block like the Navy
Put a label on the sh*t and Play Me
DJs go in, DJs go in

Flex, you my n-gga. Clue, what up? DJ Enuff.

I know cant play this sh-t. Its too wavy. And Jay your boy, its all good though, yall still my n-gga. DJ Drama, Kay Slay, lock in.

I mean, this sh-t so hot DJ Whoooooo Kid might spin this sh-t at 50s birthday party. DJ Skee! Khaled know we the best! Yo, Don Cannon, Cannon! I know yall n-ggas locked in. DJ Chris Styles! Young Legend, Nu Jerzey Devil. DJ Felli Fel! Ed Deluxe, D Man, ride this sh-t straight through Big Boy Neighborhood! Kid Capri, tell Hovi Hov leave that young n-gga alone! I mean, DJ Red Alert, up OG? Red Album coming soon.

I see you downloadin my swag, camelface. Blueprint 3 gon sell more cigarettes than it do records, n-gga. Now I know why the went up on tobacco, motherf-cker. Heard bout your little fight backstage with Kanye, too. I got a million dollars say Kanye knocked that n-gga the f-ck out. Just tryna make good music, is all he tryna do. Sh-t, choo f-ckin with Ye for? D.O.A. n-gga? Please. I love 808s and Heartbreaks, Love Lockdown, my sh-t.

Tell the world why Chris wasnt at the BET Awards. This n-gga told BET if they let Chris Breezy, him and Beyonce stayin at home, ol bitter ass n-gga.

N-gga, Dame, man, thats your man. You and Dame was mans and em. You and Dame used to be tighter than giraffe p-ssy and sh-t. You know your man having financial problems and sh-t. You number one on the Forbes list, n-gga, you make 35 million and sh-t. Give a n-gga a milli or sumthing. Id give it to him myself, but sh-t, I was only #13, n-gga, on the list, way down there with Jeezy and sh-t, 7 million this year so far. But Im on tour, n-gga, Lamborghini Tour, live from Switzerland, I gets it in. Sh-t, I could use 28 more million. But I wouldnt trade shots with you on the motherf-ckin list for that nose and them lips, n-gga. My n-gga Jay.

And last but not least, to M.I.A., cause the Roc bout to be MIA. No one on the corner got a swagger like you, cause no one on the f*ckin corner is 42.