Luyện nghe bài hát Ignorant Shit

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

Look, I'm the of October
I ain't drive here I got
Bring me flutes,
Rose and some shots
I think better when I'm not
I good ain't no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
Private flights back home no stop
Still spittin' that shit that shot 'Pac over
The shit my mother look over
Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of
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 do it second
I niggas be eyein' me all hard
And lyin' to they girls and drivin' the same
there wishin' their problems became ours
'Cause we nothin' in common
Since I became star
I done big swervin' 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 fear claim
I set seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out baby to Chuck Inglish
Count my own money see the paper cut
My song is ya girlfriend's up ringer
Heh, or alarm, or
She be here at six in the if I let her
But I get attracted to fans
'Cause a beaver could be the collapse of a dam
I always knew that I could
How to get these label heads to offer 'em figures
And me doin' the gettin' everyone nervous 'cause
Them hipsters gon' to get alone with them hood niggas
It's all good I'm goin off like lights the show's over
Make pasta rent a movie hoes over
Rest in to Heath Ledger but I'm no "joker"
I'll roast ya, got no holster
Wet glass on ya nigga no coaster
Burn everyday boy no toaster
G and Tez got a sig' but I'm no
just handin' chips to me nigga no poker
I'm with it, Young Money, Cash soldier
My cup over,
The same niggas I ball with, I with
On Southern drawl shit
of the year, '06 Chris Paul shit
D.R., C.J, an Po I see
These cases don't I hope we can agree on
enough to pay any Judge Judy off
First I'm a do is free Weezy, go

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And I probation
I don't want that T.I. and Vick
plane, big location
I'm goin' to the to make a big donation
Yeah, I don't stunt, I stunt
And if the food on the stove I hunt for it
But in the meantime you can call me 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 Mark a snitch departed
All blood like the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy like it's
Red light on it it's recordin'
I recordin' I'm jus C4'in
My currency
We are in a league they
Better dig in ya an pay homage
Better cover ya eyes ya face
Watch the game from the side I'm callin'
No I didn't say that I'm
But I, damn sure tarnish
My pistol got comments for ya
I'm so I can vomit on a comet
K Y no I'm on it
Weezy F. Baby new born
You know what they say 'bout when ya palm
I'm gon' get money I'm gon' get
Money in ya tummy and we gon' shit
An get that toilet paper quick when bones spit
That's right bitch I'm on my grown shit
That automatic k no ice just chrome
And ya' softer than a foam pit
I scream "fuck the world" a long dick
Motherfucker I'm me, bitch I'm me
You sweet like the pussy in which I eat
Fireman burn down ya' entire
So fly I'm a take off I leap, bye
And you can my wings
Stand on my money Yao Ming
Putcha in the oven if ya' touch my things
I'm shufflin' the 'bout to cut my queens
But I ain't the
House full of bitches like Tequila
Yeah, I'm the man in the
My swagger jus mothafucker do you hear her
Drizzy what the lick read?
We make boy Roy and Sigfreid
Whoo! Moula baby, yeah