Luyện nghe bài hát Ignorant Shit

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

Look, I'm the of October
I ain't here I got chauferred
Bring me flutes,
and some shots over
I think better I'm not sober
I smoke good no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
flights back home no stop over
Still spittin' shit that they shot 'Pac over
The shit my look shocked over
Yeah, but a canvas I'm a group of seven
A migraine, take two
I'm the one twice over I'm the new
And if I die I'm a do it reppin', I never do it
I swear niggas be eyein' me all
And lyin' to girls and drivin' the same cars
Sittin' there wishin' their problems became
'Cause we have in common
Since I done became
I done became big swervin' right in to my lane
Same dudes that used to holla my engineer's
One touch I could make the drapes and the sheers
An show me the city that without fear claim
I set seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out baby word to Inglish
Count my own see the paper 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 get attracted to fans
a eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam
I always knew that I could
How to get these label heads to offer 'em good
And me doin' the shows gettin' everyone nervous
Them hipsters gon' have to get alone with hood niggas
It's all good I'm goin off like lights when the over
Make pasta rent a movie call over
Rest in peace to Heath but I'm no "joker"
I'll slow ya, got no holster
Wet glass on ya table no coaster
Burn everyday boy no toaster
G and Tez got a but I'm no smoker
They just handin' to me nigga no poker
I'm with it, Young Money, Cash soldier
My cup over,
The same niggas I ball with, I with
On some drawl shit
Rookie of the year, '06 Chris Paul
D.R., C.J, an Po I see
These cases don't workout I hope we can on
Makin' to pay any Judge Judy off
thing I'm a do is free Weezy, go

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And I take
I want that 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 on the stove I hunt for it
But in the meantime you can me Young Roy
Jones Junior fightin' the and gun charge
Shit, don't leave me
And I'm a head word to Vince Lombardi
to Marky Mark leave a snitch departed
All that like the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy it's retarded
Red light on it like it's
I ain't recordin' I'm jus
My foreign
We are in a they aren't
dig in ya pocket an pay homage
Better cover ya eyes ya face
Watch the game from the side I'm callin'
No I didn't say that I'm
But I, sure don't tarnish
My pistol got for ya garments
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 when ya palm
I'm get money money I'm gon' get
Young Money in ya and we gon' shit
An get toilet paper quick like when bones spit
right bitch I'm back on my grown shit
That k no ice just chrome shit
And ya' boyfriend softer than a pit
I "fuck the world" wit' a long dick
I'm me, yeah bitch I'm me
You niggas sweet the pussy in which I eat
burn down ya' entire street
So fly I'm a off when I leap, bye
And you can my wings
Stand on my headbutt Yao Ming
Putcha hand in the oven if ya' touch my
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' mothafucker do you her
Drizzy what the lick read?
We make boy Roy and Sigfreid
Whoo! Moula baby, yeah