Luyện nghe bài hát Ignorant Shit

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

Look, I'm the of October
I ain't drive I got chauferred
me champagne flutes,
Rose and shots over
I better when I'm not sober
I smoke good ain't no
I'm a stockholder,
flights back home no stop over
Still spittin' that shit that they shot 'Pac
The shit my mother look over
Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of
A migraine, two Excedrin
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 niggas be eyein' me all
And to they girls and drivin' the same cars
Sittin' there wishin' their problems ours
'Cause we have in common
Since I became star
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 show me the city that without fear claim
What I set seems to never
Coolest kid out baby word to Inglish
my own money see the paper cut fingers
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 attracted to
'Cause a eager could be the collapse of a dam
I always knew I could figga
How to get label heads to offer 'em good figures
And me doin' the shows gettin' nervous 'cause
Them gon' have to get alone with them hood niggas
It's all good I'm goin off like lights when the show's
Make pasta rent a movie call over
Rest in peace to Ledger but I'm no "joker"
I'll slow roast ya, got no
Wet glass on ya table nigga no
Burn bread everyday boy no
G and Tez got a sig' but I'm no
They just handin' chips to me nigga no
I'm with it, Young Money, Cash soldier
My cup over,
The same niggas I ball with, I fall
On Southern drawl shit
Rookie of the year, '06 Paul shit
D.R., C.J, an Po I see
These cases don't I hope we can agree on
Makin' enough to pay any Judy off
First thing I'm a do is Weezy, go

Wayne:]
And I probation
I want that T.I. and Vick vacation
Private plane, big
I'm goin' to the bank to make a big
Yeah, I don't stunt, I hard
And if the food ain't on the stove I 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 head word to Vince Lombardi
to Marky Mark leave a snitch departed
All blood like the Red Sea parted
My gun go like it's retarded
Red light on it it's recordin'
I ain't recordin' I'm jus
My currency
We are in a league they
Better dig in ya pocket an pay
Better cover ya ya face fallin'
Watch the game the side I'm play callin'
No I didn't say I'm flawless
But I, damn don't tarnish
My got comments 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 Money in ya tummy and we gon'
An get that toilet paper quick like when bones
right bitch I'm back on my grown shit
That k no ice just chrome shit
And ya' boyfriend than a foam pit
I scream "fuck the world" wit' a long
Motherfucker I'm me, bitch I'm me
You niggas sweet the pussy in which I eat
Fireman down ya' entire street
So fly I'm a take off I leap, bye
And you can suck my
Stand on my money headbutt Yao
Putcha hand in the if ya' touch my things
I'm shufflin' the cards 'bout to cut my
But I the dealer
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 make boy Roy and Sigfreid
Whoo! Moula baby, yeah