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 best to keep quiet
But uh, sometimes you gotta let it out
Young and Young Lion
You know it is, uh

Look, I'm the property of
I ain't drive here I got
Bring me flutes,
and some shots over
I better when I'm not sober
I smoke good no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
Private flights back no stop over
Still spittin' that shit they shot 'Pac over
The shit my mother look over
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 eyein' me all
And lyin' to they girls and drivin' the cars
Sittin' there their problems became ours
we have nothin' in common
Since I done star
I became big swervin' right in to my peer's lane
Same that used to holla my engineer's name
One touch I could make the drapes and the sheers
An me the city that I'll without fear claim
What I set seems to extinguish
kid out baby word to Chuck Inglish
Count my own money see the cut fingers
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 never get attracted to
a eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam
I always knew that I figga
How to get these label heads to 'em good figures
And me doin' the gettin' everyone 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 rent a movie call hoes over
Rest in peace to Heath but I'm no "joker"
slow roast ya, got no holster
Wet on ya table nigga no coaster
Burn bread boy no toaster
G and Tez got a but I'm no smoker
They just handin' chips to me nigga no
I'm with it, Money, Cash Money soldier
My cup over,
The same I ball with, I fall with
On some drawl shit
Rookie of the year, '06 Chris shit
D.R., C.J, an Po I see
cases don't workout I hope we can agree on
Makin' enough to pay any Judge off
thing I'm a do is free Weezy, go

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And I probation
I want that T.I. and Vick vacation
plane, big location
I'm goin' to the bank to make a big
Yeah, I stunt, I stunt hard
And if the food ain't on the I hunt for it
But in the you can call me Young Roy
Jones Junior fightin' the drugs and gun
Shit, leave me unguarded
And I'm a head word to Vince Lombardi
Word to Marky Mark leave a snitch
All that blood like the Red Sea
My gun go crazy it's retarded
Red light on it like it's
I ain't recordin' I'm jus
My currency
We are in a they aren't
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 I'm flawless
But I, damn sure tarnish
My pistol got for ya garments
I'm so I can vomit on a comet
K Y no I'm on it
Weezy F. new born bitch
You know what say 'bout when ya palm itch
I'm gon' get money I'm gon' get
Money in ya tummy and we gon' shit
An get that toilet paper quick like when bones
That's right bitch I'm back on my shit
That automatic k no ice just chrome
And ya' softer than a foam pit
I scream "fuck the world" wit' a long
Motherfucker I'm me, bitch I'm me
You niggas sweet like the pussy in I eat
burn down ya' entire street
So fly I'm a take off I leap, bye
And you can my wings
Stand on my headbutt Yao Ming
Putcha hand in the oven if ya' my things
I'm shufflin' the cards to cut my queens
But I the dealer
full of bitches like Tila Tequila
Yeah, I'm the man in the
My swagger jus screamin' do you hear her
Drizzy what the lick read?
We make boy Roy and Sigfreid
Whoo! Young Moula baby,