Luyện nghe bài hát Ignorant Shit

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

Look, I'm the property of
I drive here I got chauferred
Bring me flutes,
Rose and shots over
I think when I'm not sober
I smoke good no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
Private flights back home no over
Still spittin' that shit they shot 'Pac over
The shit my mother look over
Yeah, but with a I'm a group of seven
A migraine, two Excedrin
I'm the one twice over I'm the new
And if I die I'm a do it reppin', I do it second
I swear be eyein' me all hard
And lyin' to they girls and the same cars
Sittin' there wishin' their became ours
'Cause we nothin' in common
I done became star
I done became big swervin' right in to my peer's
Same dudes used to holla my engineer's name
One touch I could make the and the sheers change
An show me the that I'll without fear claim
What I set seems to never
Coolest kid out baby word to Chuck
Count my own money see the cut fingers
My is ya girlfriend's wakin' up ringer
Heh, or alarm, or
She be here at six in the if I let her
But I get attracted to fans
a eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam
I always knew that I could
How to get these label to offer 'em good figures
And me doin' the shows gettin' nervous 'cause
Them hipsters gon' have to get alone with them hood
It's all good I'm goin off like lights when the over
Make pasta rent a call hoes over
Rest in to Heath Ledger but I'm no "joker"
I'll slow ya, got no holster
Wet on ya table nigga no coaster
bread 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, Cash Money
My cup over,
The same niggas I ball with, I fall
On Southern drawl shit
of the year, '06 Chris Paul shit
D.R., C.J, an Po I see
cases don't workout I hope we can agree on
Makin' to pay any Judge Judy off
First I'm a do is free Weezy, go

Wayne:]
And I take
I don't want that T.I. and vacation
plane, big location
I'm goin' to the bank to a big donation
Yeah, I stunt, I stunt hard
And if the food ain't on the stove I for it
But in the meantime you can call me Roy
Jones Junior fightin' the and gun charge
Shit, don't me unguarded
And I'm a head word to Vince Lombardi
to Marky Mark leave a snitch departed
All that blood the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy it's retarded
Red light on it like 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 the side I'm play callin'
No I didn't say that I'm
But I, damn sure don't
My pistol got comments for ya
I'm so high I can vomit on a
K Y no I'm on it
F. Baby new born bitch
You what they say 'bout when 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 like when bones spit
That's right bitch I'm back on my grown
That automatic k no ice just chrome
And ya' boyfriend than a foam pit
I scream "fuck the world" wit' a dick
I'm me, yeah bitch I'm me
You sweet 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 money headbutt Yao
Putcha hand in the oven if ya' 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 screamin' do you hear her
Drake what the lick read?
We make magic boy Roy and
Whoo! Young baby, yeah