Luyện nghe bài hát Ignorant Shit

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

Look, I'm the of October
I drive here I got chauferred
Bring me flutes,
and some shots over
I think better when I'm not
I good ain't no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
Private flights back home no over
Still that shit that they shot 'Pac over
The shit my mother shocked over
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 do it second
I swear niggas be eyein' me all
And lyin' to they girls and the same cars
Sittin' there wishin' their problems ours
'Cause we nothin' in common
Since I done star
I done became big swervin' in to my peer's lane
Same dudes that used to holla my name
One touch I could the drapes and the sheers change
An show me the city that I'll without claim
What I set seems to never
Coolest kid out baby word to Inglish
my own money see the paper cut fingers
My song is ya girlfriend's up ringer
Heh, or alarm, or
She be at six in the morn' if I let her
But I never get attracted to
'Cause a eager beaver be the collapse of a dam
I knew that I could figga
How to get these label heads to 'em good figures
And me the shows gettin' everyone nervous 'cause
Them hipsters have to get alone with them hood niggas
It's all good I'm goin off like when the show's over
Make pasta rent a call hoes over
in peace to Heath Ledger 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 chips to me nigga no poker
I'm with it, Young Money, Money soldier
My cup over,
The same niggas I with, I fall with
On Southern drawl shit
of the year, '06 Chris Paul shit
D.R., C.J, an Po I see
These cases don't workout I 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 take
I want that T.I. and Vick vacation
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 me Young Roy
Jones Junior fightin' the drugs and gun
Shit, don't leave me
And I'm a cheese head word to Lombardi
Word to Marky Mark leave a departed
All that blood the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy like retarded
Red light on it it's recordin'
I recordin' I'm jus C4'in
My foreign
We are in a they aren't
Better dig in ya an pay homage
Better cover ya eyes ya fallin'
Watch the from the side I'm play callin'
No I didn't say that I'm
But I, damn sure tarnish
My pistol got for ya garments
I'm so high I can on a comet
K Y no I'm on it
Weezy F. new born bitch
You know what they say 'bout ya palm itch
I'm gon' get money I'm gon' get
Young in ya tummy and we gon' shit
An get that toilet paper quick like when spit
right bitch I'm back on my grown shit
That automatic k no ice just chrome
And ya' boyfriend softer than a 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 down ya' street
So fly I'm a take off I leap, bye
And you can suck my
Stand on my money headbutt Yao
Putcha in the oven if ya' touch my things
I'm shufflin' the 'bout to cut my queens
But I the dealer
House full of bitches Tila Tequila
Yeah, I'm the man in the
My jus screamin' mothafucker do you hear her
Drizzy Drake what the read?
We make magic boy Roy and
Whoo! Young baby, yeah