Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Find Out

This a Tennesse, Alabama, connection homeboy

Let me find out these still hating on the low
And whole life savings I get paid for a show
Their re-up, that's my
My sneakers, there they note
Think I need a thang of Keisha just to talk to 'em
Small town, big money, I make boss moves
say Doe B lane is like T-Pain without the auto-tune
Bring out the Apollo
I'mma these niggas
Give you 2 thumbs
Boy, your swag official
Let me find out them Guccis
Let me find out them fake
Let me find out your mama is a man-eater, she ate my children
Let me find out you fake juug and I come through like, "Aye
You 25, just trapping?"
Let me out you straight rookie
Taylor Gang, straight
Hustle what it is, pimping?
Got so many friends I bring back Tommy Hilfiger
A-T-L, let me out
Memphis Ten', let me out
M.I.A., N-Y-C, Texas, Cali,

Let me out
Let me out
let me find out
Let me find, out

Let me out
Let me out
let me find out
Let me find, out

Let me out & I'm ridin' out
Got 4 no 9's out
I'm recent, you're out
I'm playin' it, you fouled out
You got a foul mouth, get 2 shots
and one with my handgun
Nigga talk dough but that's something
You ain't had your hands on
Got folk in Alabama, they call me Arm & Hammer
See I do it for the
Gutter, not to get the glamor
Hey who nigga from Atlanta say he got a lot of drugs?
Say you
For a plug, bitch you at the plug
I'mma, real nigga
You want this ho, better get her
We don't want your man
We just wanna have fun her
Okay well let me find out you it
Ridin' around town just saving
she ain't all yours, we shared the bitch
But let me out
She havin' baby though

Let me out
Let me out
Nigga let me out
Let me out
Let me find out (Let me out, let me find out)
Let me out
Nigga let me out (Let me find out, let me find out)
let me find out

Let me out, Juicy J's your girl's favorite rapper
I'mma her all night and I'mma give her back after
I hand cuffing these hoes like shackles
For the green & the cheese like a Bay packer
Trippy Man, fuck you pay me, I play like Tom Brady
Kush is my medication, presidential like Ronald Reagan
Pussy niggas need to stop hating my flow like cancer patients
and a new Bugatti, yes bitch I'm ice skating
My last bitch must've been a chauffeur, she me crazy
No key, that age, my ignition, I done made it
Juicy J, that's trippy ho, Taylor that's trippy ho
on that Christmas tree my belt buckle like mistletoe
Who with your wife?
She just the night
With my dick in her & my balls in her hand
Like the bitch was shooting
Juicy J, I got long
I got 1998 song
Bitch pour that for me
I shows, boy I'm stone money

Let me find out (lemme find out you isn't who you say you is)
Let me find out (haha you nobody man)
Nigga let me out
(Lemme find out you sold your soul for them nigga)
Let me find, out
Bitch let me find out (let me out let me find out)
Let me out
Ya'll niggas not let me find out
let me find out (let me find out let me find out)
Bitch let me find out (Ya'll niggas might not let me out)