Luyện nghe bài hát Ignorant Shit

Yeah, I ya patience tonight
It's been a moment since I've done public speaking
I find now-a-days it's just to keep quiet
But uh, sometimes you just let it out
Young and Young Lion
You what it is, uh

Look, I'm the property of
I ain't drive I got chauferred
Bring me flutes,
Rose and some over
I think better when I'm not
I smoke ain't no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
Private flights back no stop over
Still spittin' shit that they shot 'Pac over
The shit my mother look shocked
Yeah, but with a I'm a group of seven
A migraine, take two
I'm the one over I'm the new eleven
And if I die I'm a do it reppin', I never do it
I swear be eyein' me all hard
And lyin' to they girls and the same cars
Sittin' there wishin' their became ours
'Cause we have nothin' in
Since I done became
I done big swervin' right in to my peer's lane
Same dudes that used to holla my name
One touch I could make the drapes and the sheers
An me the city that I'll without fear claim
I set seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out baby word to Chuck
Count my own money see the paper cut
My is ya girlfriend's wakin' up ringer
Heh, or alarm, or
She be at six in the morn' if I let her
But I never get to fans
a eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam
I always that I could figga
How to get these label heads to 'em good figures
And me doin' the shows gettin' everyone nervous
Them hipsters gon' have to get with them hood niggas
It's all good I'm goin off like when the show's over
Make pasta rent a movie call over
Rest in peace to Heath but I'm no "joker"
I'll slow ya, got no holster
Wet glass on ya nigga no coaster
Burn everyday boy no toaster
G and Tez got a but I'm no smoker
They just handin' chips to me no poker
I'm with it, Young Money, Money soldier
My cup over,
The niggas I ball with, I fall with
On some Southern drawl
Rookie of the year, '06 Chris shit
D.R., C.J, an Po I see
These cases don't workout I hope we can on
enough to pay any Judge Judy off
First thing I'm a do is Weezy, go

Wayne:]
And I take
I want that T.I. and Vick vacation
Private plane, big
I'm goin' to the bank to a big donation
Yeah, I don't stunt, I hard
And if the ain't on the stove I hunt for it
But in the you can call me Young Roy
Jones fightin' the drugs and gun charge
Shit, don't leave me
And I'm a cheese head word to Vince
Word to Marky leave a snitch departed
All that blood the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy like retarded
Red on it like it's recordin'
I ain't I'm jus C4'in
My foreign
We are in a league aren't
Better dig in ya pocket an pay
Better cover ya eyes ya face
Watch the game from the side I'm play
No I didn't say I'm flawless
But I, damn sure tarnish
My got comments for ya garments
I'm so I can vomit on a comet
K Y no I'm on it
Weezy F. new born bitch
You know they say 'bout when ya palm itch
I'm get money money I'm gon' get
Money in ya tummy and we gon' shit
An get toilet paper quick like when bones spit
That's right bitch I'm back on my shit
That k no ice just chrome shit
And ya' softer than a foam pit
I scream "fuck the world" wit' a long
Motherfucker I'm me, yeah I'm me
You niggas like the pussy in which I eat
burn down ya' entire street
So fly I'm a off when I leap, bye
And you can my wings
Stand on my headbutt Yao Ming
Putcha in the oven if ya' touch my things
I'm shufflin' the cards to cut my queens
But I the dealer
House full of bitches like Tequila
Yeah, I'm the man in the
My swagger jus mothafucker do you hear her
Drizzy Drake the lick read?
We make boy Roy and Sigfreid
Whoo! Young baby, yeah