Luyện nghe bài hát Ignorant Shit

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

Look, I'm the of October
I ain't drive here I got
Bring me flutes,
Rose and some shots
I think better I'm not sober
I smoke good no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
flights back home no stop over
Still spittin' that shit that they shot 'Pac
The my mother look shocked over
Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of
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 niggas be eyein' me all hard
And lyin' to they girls and the same cars
Sittin' there wishin' their problems ours
we have nothin' in common
Since I done star
I done 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 change
An show me the city that I'll without claim
What I set to never extinguish
Coolest kid out baby word to Inglish
Count my own see the paper cut fingers
My song is ya girlfriend's wakin' up
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 heads to offer 'em good figures
And me doin' the shows gettin' nervous 'cause
Them gon' have to get alone with them hood niggas
It's all good I'm goin off lights when the show's over
pasta rent a movie call hoes over
Rest in peace to Heath but I'm no "joker"
I'll roast ya, got no holster
Wet glass on ya table no coaster
bread everyday boy no toaster
G and Tez got a sig' but I'm no
They just handin' to me nigga no poker
I'm with it, Young Money, Cash Money
My cup over,
The same niggas I with, I fall with
On some Southern drawl
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 thing I'm a do is Weezy, go

Wayne:]
And I probation
I don't that T.I. and Vick vacation
plane, big location
I'm goin' to the 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 me Young Roy
Jones Junior fightin' the drugs and gun
Shit, don't leave me
And I'm a head word to Vince Lombardi
Word to Marky Mark leave a departed
All that blood the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy like it's
Red on it like it's recordin'
I recordin' I'm jus C4'in
My foreign
We are in a they aren't
dig in ya pocket an pay homage
Better cover ya eyes ya fallin'
Watch the from 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 'bout ya palm itch
I'm gon' get money I'm gon' get
Money in ya tummy and we gon' shit
An get that toilet quick like when bones spit
That's right I'm back on my grown shit
automatic k no ice just chrome shit
And ya' boyfriend than a foam pit
I scream "fuck the world" wit' a dick
I'm me, yeah bitch I'm me
You niggas sweet the pussy in which I eat
Fireman down ya' entire street
So fly I'm a take off I leap, bye
And you can my wings
Stand on my money Yao Ming
Putcha hand in the oven if ya' touch my
I'm the cards 'bout to cut my queens
But I ain't the
House full of like Tila Tequila
Yeah, I'm the man in the
My jus screamin' mothafucker do you hear her
Drake what the lick read?
We magic boy Roy and Sigfreid
Whoo! Moula baby, yeah