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
dubs and hundreds, I dont do fifties, n-gga
And I dont do 50-year-old
Off that boss Lamborghini, interior soft crack
Louis V golf hat, feelin like a
I made out of nothin like MacGuyver
from an eighth, flipped it to a key
I got em like ay, trappin Gucci
Plus I get green than blue cheese
And I keep a red bandana in my jeans
So, n-gga calm your nerves, with all absurd
Far the curb bullshit-slash-spoken word
You
Im from the same city as and Serena
So dont get
Im so wavy, homie no
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 cheese and I kill
Translation, I still
Now do something that
Or respond to
And with big ass lips
You got my name in your
I it tastes like thisahhh
No homo, one more
Thats promo
And I hard to the core since I went solo
Only man on my horse like my all-black
And where Im bout to go is usually a
But Im loco, got the in a chokehold
son me, Im not from NYC
You cant even have a child by Destiny
And I aint to that a shot at Bey
Im blacked out like you did

Cause Im so
Too hardcore to be a
Rock more red Weezy Baby
Please say the
I around for years, so b-tch, dont Drake me
And this is not a
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 this for
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 Digger came on, I like, Hoe!
But this bout her, this about Hov
Ima chop down the Roc and take it to the
I apologize to Bey, cause this Hov
Ima chop down the Roc and it to the stove

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

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

Funk Flex, you my n-gga. Clue, 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 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 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 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 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 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.