Luyện nghe bài hát I'm So Wavy

N-gga pop tags, I pop the
got swag, I got the Tech-9
N-ggas got cash run it
Only dubs and hundreds, I dont do fifties,
And I dont do 50-year-old
Off that boss Lamborghini, interior soft crack
V golf hat, feelin like a Tiger
I made something out of like MacGuyver
from an eighth, flipped it to a key
I got em like ay, trappin Gucci
Plus I get more green than blue
And I keep a red bandana in my blue
So, n-gga calm your nerves, all that absurd
Far from the curb bullshit-slash-spoken
You
Im from the city as Venus and Serena
So get served
Im so wavy, no yacht
Aint no Big Pimpin on my
But Im an underground king, to Pimp C
me ridin through the hood, 20-10 Bentley
yeah You got and I kill rats
Translation, I still
Now do something with
Or to this
And with them big ass
You got my name in mouth
I hope it tastes thisahhh
No homo, one timeahhh
Thats your
And I been to the core since I went solo
Only man on my horse like my Polo
And where Im bout to go is a no-no
But Im loco, got the camel in a
son me, Im not from NYC
You cant even have a child by your
And I aint mean to a shot at Bey
Im blacked out like you did

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

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

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

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

I yall 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 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, what 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 taxes 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 Brown wasnt at the BET Awards. This n-gga told BET if they let 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 and sh-t, earned 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, peace to M.I.A., cause the Roc bout to be MIA. No one on the corner got a like you, cause no one on the f*ckin corner is 42.