Luyện nghe bài hát Ignorant Shit

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

Look, I'm the of October
I drive here I got chauferred
me champagne flutes,
Rose and some shots
I think better I'm not sober
I good ain't no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
Private flights back home no stop
Still spittin' that that they shot 'Pac over
The my mother look shocked over
Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of
A migraine, take two
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 be eyein' me all hard
And lyin' to girls and drivin' the same cars
there wishin' their problems became ours
'Cause we nothin' in common
Since I done became
I done became big right in to my peer's lane
dudes 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 to never extinguish
Coolest kid out baby to Chuck Inglish
Count my own money see the paper cut
My song is ya 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 that I figga
How to get these label to offer 'em good figures
And me doin' the gettin' everyone nervous 'cause
Them hipsters gon' have to get alone with them niggas
It's all good I'm goin off like lights when the show's
Make pasta a movie call hoes over
Rest in peace to Heath but I'm no "joker"
slow roast ya, got no holster
Wet glass on ya table nigga no
Burn bread boy no toaster
G and Tez got a but I'm no smoker
They 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 fall
On some 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
Makin' to pay any Judge Judy off
First thing I'm a do is Weezy, go

Wayne:]
And I take
I don't want that T.I. and Vick
plane, big location
I'm to the bank to make a big donation
Yeah, I don't stunt, I hard
And if the food ain't on the I hunt for it
But in the meantime you can call me Roy
Junior fightin' the drugs and gun charge
Shit, don't leave me
And I'm a head word to Vince Lombardi
Word to Mark leave a snitch departed
All that blood like the Red Sea
My gun go like it's retarded
Red light on it like recordin'
I ain't I'm jus C4'in
My foreign
We are in a they aren't
Better dig in ya an pay homage
cover ya eyes ya face fallin'
Watch the game from the I'm play callin'
No I didn't say that I'm
But I, damn don't tarnish
My got comments for ya garments
I'm so I can vomit on a comet
K Y no I'm on it
F. Baby new born bitch
You know what they say 'bout when ya itch
I'm gon' get money money I'm get
Young Money in ya tummy and we gon'
An get that toilet quick like when bones spit
That's right bitch I'm back on my shit
That automatic k no ice just chrome
And ya' boyfriend than a foam pit
I "fuck the world" wit' a long dick
Motherfucker I'm me, yeah I'm me
You niggas sweet the pussy in which I eat
Fireman down ya' entire street
So fly I'm a off when 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 ain't the
House of bitches like Tila Tequila
Yeah, I'm the man in the
My jus screamin' mothafucker do you hear her
Drizzy what the lick read?
We magic boy Roy and Sigfreid
Whoo! Young Moula baby,