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

Look, I'm the of October
I ain't drive I got chauferred
Bring me flutes,
and some shots over
I think when I'm not sober
I smoke ain't no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
Private flights back home no over
Still spittin' that shit that shot 'Pac over
The shit my look shocked over
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 do it second
I swear niggas be eyein' me all
And lyin' to they girls and drivin' the cars
Sittin' there wishin' their problems became
'Cause we have nothin' in
I done became star
I done became big swervin' in to my peer's lane
Same dudes used to holla my engineer's name
One touch I could the drapes and the sheers change
An show me the city that I'll fear claim
What I set seems to never
Coolest kid out baby word to Inglish
Count my own money see the 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 that I could figga
How to get these label heads to offer 'em good
And me doin' the shows everyone nervous 'cause
Them hipsters gon' have to get alone with hood niggas
all good I'm goin off like lights when the show's over
Make pasta rent a movie call over
in peace to Heath Ledger but I'm no "joker"
I'll slow ya, got no holster
Wet on ya table nigga no coaster
Burn everyday boy no toaster
G and Tez got a sig' but I'm no
They handin' chips to me nigga no poker
I'm with it, Money, Cash Money soldier
My cup over,
The same niggas I ball with, I fall
On Southern drawl shit
Rookie of the year, '06 Chris Paul
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

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And I probation
I don't want that T.I. and vacation
plane, big location
I'm goin' to the bank to make a big
Yeah, I stunt, I stunt hard
And if the ain't on the stove I hunt for it
But in the meantime you can me Young Roy
Jones fightin' the drugs and gun charge
Shit, don't me unguarded
And I'm a cheese head to Vince Lombardi
Word to Mark leave a snitch departed
All that like the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy like retarded
Red light on it it's recordin'
I ain't recordin' I'm jus
My foreign
We are in a league aren't
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 I'm flawless
But I, damn sure tarnish
My pistol got comments for ya
I'm so high I can 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 and we gon' shit
An get that toilet paper quick like when spit
right bitch I'm back on my grown shit
That automatic k no ice just shit
And ya' softer than a foam pit
I "fuck the world" wit' a long dick
Motherfucker I'm me, bitch I'm me
You niggas sweet like the pussy in I eat
Fireman burn down ya' street
So fly I'm a take off I leap, bye
And you can my wings
Stand on my money headbutt Yao
hand in the oven if ya' touch my things
I'm shufflin' the 'bout to cut my queens
But I ain't the
House full of bitches like Tila
Yeah, I'm the man in the
My swagger jus screamin' mothafucker do you her
Drizzy Drake the lick read?
We magic boy Roy and Sigfreid
Whoo! Moula baby, yeah