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
Only dubs and hundreds, I dont do fifties,
And I do 50-year-old Jiggas
Off that boss black Lamborghini, soft crack
Louis V hat, feelin like a Tiger
I made something out of nothin like
Started from an eighth, it to a key
I got em like ay, like Gucci
Plus I get more green blue cheese
And I a red bandana in my blue jeans
So, n-gga calm your nerves, with all absurd
Far from the curb word
You
Im the same city as Venus and Serena
So get served
Im so wavy, homie no
Aint no Big on my block
But Im an king, peace to Pimp C
Catch me ridin through the hood, 20-10
yeah You got and I kill rats
Translation, I trap
Now do something with
Or to this
And them big ass lips
You got my name in your
I hope it tastes thisahhh
No homo, one timeahhh
Thats your
And I been hard to the core I went solo
Only man on my like my all-black Polo
And where Im to go is usually a no-no
But Im loco, got the camel in a
son me, Im not from NYC
You cant even have a child by Destiny
And I aint mean to a shot at Bey
Im blacked out like you did

Cause Im so
Too hardcore to be a
Rock more red than Weezy
say the Baby
I been around for years, so b-tch, dont me
And this is not a
Cause I was just out in LA with Drake,
And no disrespect to G and
But Im a G and Im doing this 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 after party, sippin Cris
She was to Chris Brown
I Chris turn his head like No!
Then Gold Digger on, I pointed like, Hoe!
But this aint bout her, this Hov
Ima chop down the Roc and it to the stove
I to Bey, cause this about Hov
Ima down 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 your ear like Dre beats
The the cut yay couldnt fade me
You took a and the sh-t grazed me
I wet up block just 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 yall cant 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 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 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 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 Chris Breezy, him and Beyonce 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 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 like you, cause no one on the f*ckin corner is 42.