Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't About You

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

It ain't about
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,
Live in the to be
Soopafly, at ya
I don't and I don't quit
Comin' with that 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
Soopafly mothafucka if you didn't know
Now so sweet unique
I doubt if you could top the
Keep 'em in
No sweat back fist connected to cheek, they sleep

Kick 'em in ass wake up, uh now
Let me take you on a journey to block
Show you how to heat, drop and 6 4 hop
Cut it up, chop, my homie got it, Tray stop
Had them bitches dope fiending 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 you best to duck quick
Or get smashed last chance to forfeit
Game over, I a nigga 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 your
I've gone too far
Can I smoke on 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 give you my
Yea, summer
But I'm baby
Sh, me too, that's
So open up the door 'cuz I'm to go
Aight then, but I got no money
Ain't you treatin'
no

Bitch another route
You even what this song's about
Bitch, I'm on a ride, dip and through the hood
until the sun come out

Bitch
Got her speakin' in
They like
Yea, just 'em off
all you hoes
'em all
This is but true game
This stainless thing got

The gobble the best, she won a contest
For the jaws in the West
The said, "Watch my head"
But instead, I got a 45 lead spitta
A nigga feelin' bitter, as some kitty litter
off, got a Adolf Hitler

Center of
Multiplications subtractions
From the then the smash
And the cash, and the
The on my dick
I'm bitch, forget it
Let it bitch, won't you let it
For you let it
I get a bad bitch Connecticut

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

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

Can I give you my
Yea, summer
But I'm baby
Sh, me too, that's
So open up the 'cuz I'm ready to go
Aight then, but I ain't got no
Ain't you treatin'
no

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

Now all salute the supreme that got style
And watch how I rock and lock the down
Tightly to me will 'cause disaster
No to surpass the vocab I master
As the sun rotate, my guns off safe
a thug since 8, always drug my weight
I state the facts, mothafuck a platinum
Always got my stack off from havin' a sack

Niggas act as if they back is
And put work in
Shake the turf
get to tuckin' shirts in
But I'ma bangin'
The game I'm claimin'
chain swangin'
While the six hangin'

bumpa, impact the dumpa
In the stash mash out
Knock it up with the ass drop

Can I ride in your
Bitch I'm too far
Can I on your weed?
Nah, this what you need
Can I borrow a
Nah, but you can eat this
While I dip in my
And uh, pop my cop off

Can I you my number?
Get at me next
But I'm baby
Yea, me too, crazy
So open up the 'cuz I'm ready to go
Aight, but I ain't got no
Ain't you baby?
no

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