Luyện nghe bài hát Ignorant Shit

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

Look, I'm the of October
I ain't drive here I got
me champagne flutes,
Rose and shots over
I think when I'm not sober
I smoke good ain't no
I'm a stockholder,
Private back home no stop over
Still spittin' that shit that they shot over
The shit my mother look shocked
Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a of seven
A migraine, two Excedrin
I'm the one twice over I'm the new
And if I die I'm a do it reppin', I do it second
I swear be eyein' me all hard
And lyin' to they girls and drivin' the same
Sittin' there wishin' their problems ours
we have nothin' in common
Since I done star
I done became big swervin' right in to my peer's
Same dudes 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 fear claim
What I set seems to extinguish
Coolest kid out word to Chuck Inglish
my own money 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 to fans
'Cause a eager beaver could be the of a dam
I always that I could figga
How to get these label heads to offer 'em figures
And me doin' the shows everyone nervous 'cause
Them hipsters gon' have to get alone them hood niggas
It's all good I'm off like lights when the show's over
Make rent a movie call hoes over
Rest in peace to Ledger but I'm no "joker"
slow roast ya, got no holster
Wet glass on ya table no coaster
Burn everyday boy no toaster
G and Tez got a sig' but I'm no
They just handin' chips to me nigga no
I'm with it, Young Money, Money soldier
My cup over,
The same niggas I ball with, I fall
On Southern drawl shit
Rookie of the year, '06 Paul shit
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
First I'm a do is free Weezy, go

Wayne:]
And I probation
I don't want that T.I. and Vick
Private plane, big
I'm goin' to the bank to make a big
Yeah, I don't stunt, I hard
And if the food ain't on the I hunt for it
But in the you can call me Young Roy
Jones Junior the drugs and gun charge
Shit, don't leave me
And I'm a cheese word to Vince Lombardi
Word to Marky Mark leave a snitch
All blood like the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy like retarded
Red on it like it's recordin'
I recordin' I'm jus C4'in
My currency
We are in a they aren't
dig in ya pocket an pay homage
Better cover ya ya face fallin'
Watch the game from the side I'm callin'
No I say that I'm flawless
But I, sure don't tarnish
My pistol got comments for ya
I'm so high I can on a comet
K Y no I'm on it
Weezy F. new born bitch
You know what they say when ya palm itch
I'm get money money I'm gon' get
Young Money in ya tummy and we gon'
An get that toilet paper quick when bones spit
right bitch I'm back on my grown shit
That k no ice just chrome shit
And ya' boyfriend than a foam pit
I scream "fuck the world" a long dick
I'm me, yeah bitch I'm me
You niggas like the pussy in which I eat
Fireman down ya' entire street
So fly I'm a off when I leap, bye
And you can my wings
Stand on my money headbutt Yao
Putcha hand in the oven if ya' my things
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 swagger jus mothafucker do you hear her
Drake what the lick read?
We make boy Roy and Sigfreid
Whoo! Moula baby, yeah