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 better run it
Only and hundreds, I dont do fifties, n-gga
And I do 50-year-old Jiggas
Off boss black Lamborghini, interior soft crack
Louis V golf hat, feelin a Tiger
I made something out of nothin 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 jeans
So, n-gga calm your nerves, with all that
Far from the curb bullshit-slash-spoken
You
Im from the same as Venus and Serena
So dont get
Im so wavy, no yacht
Aint no Big on my block
But Im an underground king, to Pimp C
Catch me ridin through the hood, Bentley
yeah You got cheese and I kill
Translation, I trap
Now do something with
Or respond to
And with big ass lips
You got my name in your
I hope it like thisahhh
No homo, one timeahhh
your promo
And I been hard to the since I went solo
man on my horse 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 out like you did Free

Im so wavy
Too hardcore to be a
Rock more red than Baby
say the Baby
I around for years, so b-tch, dont Drake me
And is not a diss
I was just out in LA with Drake, b*tch
And no disrespect to G and
But Im a G and Im doing this for hip-hop
And Yes brother, and Ye my n-gga 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 to Chris Brown
I seen Chris turn his head No!
Gold Digger came on, I pointed like, Hoe!
But this aint her, this about Hov
Ima down the Roc and take it to the stove
I apologize to Bey, cause this Hov
Ima chop the Roc and take it to the stove

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

Im so
Too to be a Jay-Z
All in your ear like Dre beats
The ni-ga the cut yay fade me
You took a and the sh-t grazed 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 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 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 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 f-ckin with Ye for? D.O.A. Please. I love 808s and Heartbreaks, Love Lockdown, my sh-t.

Tell the world why Chris 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 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 shots with you on the motherf-ckin list for that 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 corner is 42.