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 do 50-year-old Jiggas
Off that boss black Lamborghini, soft crack
Louis V golf hat, feelin like a
I something out of nothin like MacGuyver
Started from an eighth, it to a key
I got em like ay, like Gucci
Plus I get more green than cheese
And I a red bandana in my blue jeans
So, calm your nerves, with all that absurd
Far from the curb word
You
Im the same city as Venus and Serena
So dont get
Im so wavy, no yacht
Aint no Big on my block
But Im an underground king, peace to C
me ridin through the hood, 20-10 Bentley
yeah You got and I kill rats
Translation, I still
Now do with that
Or to this
And with big ass lips
You got my name in mouth
I hope it tastes like
No homo, one more
Thats promo
And I hard to the core since 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 camel in a
son me, Im not from NYC
You even have a child by your Destiny
And I aint to that a shot at Bey
Im out like you did Free

Cause Im so
Too to be a Jay-Z
more red than Weezy Baby
Please say the
I been for years, so b-tch, dont Drake me
And this is not a
Cause I was just out in LA Drake, b*tch
And no to G and Hip-Hop
But n*gga Im a G and Im doing 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 Diddys after party, sippin
She was whisperin to Brown
I Chris turn his head like No!
Then Digger came on, I pointed like, Hoe!
But this bout her, this about Hov
Ima chop the Roc and take it to the stove
I apologize to Bey, this 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 to be a Jay-Z
All in your ear like Dre beats
The ni-ga the cut yay couldnt me
You a shot and the sh-t grazed me
I wet up block just like 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 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, in.

I mean, this sh-t so hot DJ Whoooooo Kid might spin this 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 went up on tobacco, motherf-cker. Heard 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.

the world why Chris Brown 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 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 you, cause no one on the f*ckin corner is 42.