Luyện nghe bài hát Ignorant Shit

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

Look, I'm the of October
I drive here I got chauferred
me champagne flutes,
Rose and some shots
I better when I'm not sober
I good ain't no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
Private flights home no stop over
spittin' that shit that they shot 'Pac over
The shit my mother look shocked
Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a of seven
A migraine, two Excedrin
I'm the one twice I'm the new eleven
And if I die I'm a do it reppin', I never do it
I swear niggas be me all hard
And lyin' to they and drivin' the same cars
there wishin' their problems became ours
'Cause we nothin' in common
I done became star
I done became big right in to my peer's lane
Same dudes used to holla my engineer's name
One touch I could the drapes and the sheers change
An show me the city that I'll without claim
What I set to never extinguish
kid out baby word to Chuck Inglish
Count my own money see the cut fingers
My song is ya girlfriend's wakin' up
Heh, or alarm, or
She be at six in the morn' if I let her
But I never get to fans
'Cause a eager beaver be the collapse of a dam
I always knew that I figga
How to get these label heads to offer 'em good
And me the shows gettin' everyone nervous 'cause
Them hipsters gon' to get alone with them hood niggas
It's all good I'm goin off lights when the show's over
Make rent a movie call hoes over
Rest in peace to Heath but I'm no "joker"
I'll slow ya, got no holster
Wet glass on ya table nigga no
Burn everyday boy no toaster
G and Tez got a sig' but I'm no
They just handin' chips to me no poker
I'm with it, Young Money, Money soldier
My cup over,
The same I ball with, I fall with
On some drawl shit
Rookie of the year, '06 Paul shit
D.R., C.J, an Po I see
cases don't workout I hope we can agree on
Makin' enough to pay any Judy off
First thing I'm a do is Weezy, go

[Lil'
And I probation
I don't want that T.I. and Vick
Private plane, big
I'm goin' to the bank to make a big
Yeah, I don't stunt, I stunt
And if the ain't on the stove I hunt for it
But in the meantime you can me Young Roy
Jones fightin' the drugs and gun charge
Shit, don't leave me
And I'm a cheese head to Vince Lombardi
to Marky Mark leave a snitch departed
All that blood like the Red Sea
My gun go like it's retarded
Red light on it it's recordin'
I ain't recordin' I'm jus
My foreign
We are in a they aren't
dig in ya pocket an pay homage
Better cover ya eyes ya fallin'
Watch the game from the side I'm callin'
No I didn't say I'm flawless
But I, damn sure don't
My pistol got comments for ya
I'm so I can vomit on a comet
K Y no I'm on it
F. Baby new born bitch
You know what they say when ya palm itch
I'm get money money I'm gon' get
Money in ya tummy and we gon' shit
An get that toilet paper quick like when spit
That's right bitch I'm back on my shit
automatic 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 sweet like the pussy in I eat
Fireman burn ya' entire street
So fly I'm a off when I leap, bye
And you can my wings
on my money headbutt Yao Ming
Putcha hand in the oven if ya' touch my
I'm shufflin' the cards to cut my queens
But I ain't the
House full of bitches like Tila
Yeah, I'm the man in the
My swagger jus mothafucker do you hear her
Drizzy Drake what the lick
We magic boy Roy and Sigfreid
Whoo! Young Moula baby,