Luyện nghe bài hát Ignorant Shit

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

Look, I'm the property of
I ain't drive I got chauferred
me champagne flutes,
Rose and shots over
I think when I'm not sober
I smoke good no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
Private flights home no stop over
Still spittin' shit that they shot 'Pac over
The shit my mother look shocked
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 never do it
I niggas be eyein' me all hard
And to they girls and drivin' the same cars
Sittin' wishin' their problems became ours
'Cause we have in common
Since I done star
I done became big swervin' right in to my lane
dudes that used to holla my engineer's name
One touch I make the drapes and the sheers change
An show me the city that without fear claim
What I set seems to extinguish
Coolest kid out baby to Chuck Inglish
Count my own money see the paper cut
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 to fans
'Cause a eager beaver could be the of a dam
I always knew I could figga
How to get these heads to offer 'em good figures
And me doin' the shows everyone nervous 'cause
Them hipsters gon' have to get alone with them niggas
It's all I'm goin off like lights when the show's over
Make pasta rent a call hoes over
Rest in peace to Ledger 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 sig' but I'm no
They just handin' to me nigga no poker
I'm it, Young Money, Cash Money soldier
My cup over,
The same niggas I ball with, I fall
On some Southern 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
enough to pay any Judge Judy off
First thing I'm a do is Weezy, go

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And I take
I don't want T.I. and Vick vacation
Private plane, big
I'm goin' to the to make a big donation
Yeah, I don't stunt, I stunt
And if the food ain't on the stove I for it
But in the meantime you can call me Roy
Jones Junior the drugs and gun charge
Shit, don't leave me
And I'm a cheese head word to Vince
Word to Marky Mark a snitch departed
All that blood like the Red Sea
My gun go like it's retarded
Red on it like it's recordin'
I recordin' I'm jus C4'in
My currency
We are in a they aren't
Better dig in ya an pay homage
cover ya eyes ya face fallin'
Watch the game the side I'm play callin'
No I didn't say that I'm
But I, damn don't tarnish
My pistol got comments for ya
I'm so high I can vomit on a
K Y no I'm on it
Weezy F. new born bitch
You know what they say when ya palm itch
I'm gon' get money money I'm get
Young Money in ya tummy and we shit
An get that toilet paper quick like when bones
That's bitch I'm back on my grown shit
That automatic k no ice chrome shit
And ya' softer than a foam pit
I scream "fuck the world" wit' a long
Motherfucker I'm me, yeah I'm me
You sweet like the pussy in which I eat
Fireman burn down ya' entire
So fly I'm a off when I leap, bye
And you can suck my
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 ain't the
House of bitches like Tila Tequila
Yeah, I'm the man in the
My swagger jus screamin' do you hear her
Drizzy Drake what the read?
We make boy Roy and Sigfreid
Whoo! Young baby, yeah