Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't About You

Yea
Ay,
Yup
Ay, what's the name of that that goes
Dada-dada-da-da-da,

It about you?
the one you rappin' on?
Yea
Oh, yea, tight
You that?
Yea

Check, check, check, check,
Microphone, check, check, check, check,
1, 2, check, check, check, check,
in the place to be
Soopafly, at ya
I don't stop and I don't
with that dogg pound gangsta shit
Yea, peep

Check, I break a nigga
I keep a nine in my pocket and a home
I like to a show, I'm stackin' c-notes
It's mothafucka if you didn't know
Now so sweet unique
I doubt if you top the peak
'em in check
No sweat cock fist connected to cheek, they sleep

'em in they ass wake up, uh now
Let me you on a journey block to block
Show you how to heat, drop and 6 4 hop
Cut it up, chop, my got it, Tray don't stop
Had bitches dope fiending like I'm slangin' them rocks
Straight from the L we don't take no
We off in the cut waitin' for niggas to trip
We the last mothafuckas you to fuck with

When you in close range you to duck quick
Or get smashed last chance to forfeit
Game over, I knock a from drunk to sober
I hope I don't to maneuver the choker
If you wanna dance I do the
Stickin' fuck bitch Soop look like a switchblade

Can I ride in car?
Girl I've too far
Can I smoke on your
Nah, that ain't you need
Can I a dollar?
No, but you can eat this
While I smash my
And I pop in my car

Can I give you my
Yea, next
But I'm hungry
Sh, me too, that's
So open up the 'cuz I'm ready to go
Aight then, but I got no money
you treatin' baby?
no

Bitch take route
You ain't even what song's about
Bitch, I'm on a ride, dip and glidin' through the
Smokin' the sun come out

Bitch
Got her speakin' in
They like
Yea, pluck 'em off
Mothafuck all you
'em all
This is nothing but true
This stainless thing got

The bitch the best, she won a contest
For the best jaws in the
The said, "Watch my head"
But instead, I got a 45 caliber spitta
A nigga feelin' bitter, shitty as kitty litter
Take off, got a Hitler

of attraction
Multiplications subtractions
the blast then the smash
And the cash, and the
The bitch on my
I'm like bitch, it
Let it lose bitch, you let it
For you let it
I get a bad from Connecticut

A typical hoe, I'm in it for the blow
The was only in it for the blow
I gave her some then let her blow
Then she blue
On the I grabbed the heater and then flew

Can I ride in your
Girl gone too far
Can I on your weed?
Nah, that ain't you need
Can I borrow a
No, but you can eat this
While I smash my
And I pop in my car

Can I you my number?
Yea, next
But I'm hungry
Sh, me too, that's
So up the door 'cuz I'm ready to go
Aight then, but I ain't got no
Ain't you treatin'
no

Bitch take another
You ain't even this song's about
I'm on a ride, dip and glidin' through the
Smokin' until the sun out

Now all the supreme general that got style
And watch how I rock and the block down
to fight me will 'cause disaster
No chance to the vocab I master
As the sun rotate, my guns off safe
Been a since 8, always drug my weight
I state the facts, a platinum plaque
Always got my jackin' off from havin' a sack

Niggas act as if back is stiff
And put work in
Shake the then
get to tuckin' shirts in
But I'ma stay
The game that I'm
Gold chain
the six trey hangin'

Back bumpa, the dumpa
In the stash spot out
Knock it locked up with the ass

Can I in your car?
I'm gone too far
Can I on your weed?
Nah, ain't what you need
Can I a dollar?
Nah, but you can eat this
I dip in my shit
And uh, pop my cop off

Can I give you my
Get at me summer
But I'm hungry
Yea, me too, that's
So open up the door 'cuz I'm to go
Aight, but I ain't got no
you treatin' baby?
no

Bitch another route
You ain't even what this about
I'm on a ride, dip and glidin' through the
Smokin' until the sun out