Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Find Out (Remix)

This a Tennesse, Alabama, connection homeboy

Let me find out these still hating on the low
And their whole life I get paid for a show
re-up, that's my walk-through
My sneakers, there they note
Think I need a whole thang of Keisha to talk to 'em
Small town, big money, baby I make moves
They say Doe B lane is T-Pain without the auto-tune
Bring out the Apollo
I'mma sandman niggas
Give you 2 thumbs
Boy, your ain't official
Let me find out them fake
Let me find out fake Louis
Let me find out your mama is a man-eater, she ate my children
Let me find out you fake juug and I come like, "Aye buddy
You 25, just trapping?"
Let me find out you rookie
Taylor Gang, straight
Gang what it is, pimping?
Got so many white friends I bring Tommy Hilfiger
A-T-L, let me out
Ten', let me find 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 find out & I'm out
Got 4 no 9's out
I'm recent, timed out
I'm playin' it, you fouled out
You got a foul mouth, you'll get 2
and one with my handgun
Nigga talk about but that's something
You ain't had your hands on
Got in Alabama, they still 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, you looking at the plug
I'mma, young nigga
You want this ho, better get her
We don't your bitch man
We wanna have fun with her
Okay let me find out you channeled it
Ridin' around town saving hoes
Nigga she ain't all yours, we shared the
But let me out
She havin' baby though

Let me out
Let me out
let me find 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 find out)
Bitch let me out

Let me find out, Juicy J's your favorite rapper
I'mma fuck her all night and I'mma give her back
I ain't hand cuffing these hoes like
For the green & the like a Green Bay packer
Man, fuck you pay me, I come play like Tom Brady
Kush is my medication, ride presidential like Reagan
Pussy niggas need to stop my flow sick like cancer patients
Rolex and a new Bugatti, yes I'm ice skating
My last must've been a chauffeur, she drove me crazy
No key, that age, my ignition, I done made it
Juicy J, that's trippy ho, Taylor Gang that's ho
Smoking on that Christmas tree my buckle like mistletoe
Who stands with your
She spent the night
With my dick in her & my balls in her hand
the bitch was shooting dice
Juicy J, I got long
I got 1998 money
Bitch pour that for me
I shows, boy I'm stone money

Let me out (lemme find out you nigga isn't who you say you is)
Let me find out (haha you niggas man)
Nigga let me out
(Lemme find out you sold soul for them joint nigga)
Let me find, out
Bitch let me out (let me find 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 out (Ya'll niggas might not let me find out)