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 cash run it
dubs and hundreds, I dont do fifties, n-gga
And I do 50-year-old Jiggas
Off that boss black Lamborghini, interior soft
Louis V golf hat, like a Tiger
I made something out of like MacGuyver
Started an eighth, flipped it to a key
I got em ay, trappin like Gucci
Plus I get green than blue cheese
And I keep a red bandana in my jeans
So, calm your nerves, with all that absurd
Far from the bullshit-slash-spoken word
You
Im the same city as Venus and Serena
So get served
Im so wavy, no yacht
no Big Pimpin on my block
But Im an underground king, to Pimp C
Catch me through the hood, 20-10 Bentley
yeah You got and I kill rats
Translation, I trap
Now do with that
Or to this
And them big ass lips
You got my name in mouth
I hope it like thisahhh
No homo, one timeahhh
Thats promo
And I been hard to the core I went solo
Only man on my horse like my Polo
And Im bout to go is usually a no-no
But Im loco, got the in a chokehold
Tryna son me, Im not NYC
You cant even have a child by Destiny
And I aint mean to a shot at Bey
Im out like you did Free

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

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

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

Funk Flex, you my n-gga. Clue, 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 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 went up on tobacco, motherf-cker. Heard bout your little fight backstage with Kanye, too. I got a million dollars say Kanye knocked 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 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, 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 swagger like you, cause no one on the f*ckin is 42.