Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Find Out (Remix)

This a Tennesse, Alabama, Atlanta homeboy

Let me find out these niggas hating on the low
And their life savings I get paid for a show
Their re-up, my walk-through
My sneakers, they house note
Think I need a whole of Keisha just to talk to 'em
Small town, big money, baby I make boss
say Doe B lane is like T-Pain without the auto-tune
Bring out the boom
sandman these niggas
Give you 2 thumbs
Boy, your swag ain't
Let me find out them fake
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 white friends I bring 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
Nigga let me 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' with it, you out
You got a foul mouth, get 2 shots
Nigga and one my handgun
talk about dough but that's something
You ain't had your hands on
Got folk in Alabama, 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, bitch you looking at the
I'mma, real young
You want this ho, better get her
We don't want your man
We just wanna have fun her
Okay well let me out you channeled it
Ridin' around town saving hoes
Nigga she all yours, we shared the bitch
But let me out
She havin' your though

Let me out
Let me out
Nigga let me out
Let me out
Let me find out (Let me find out, let me out)
Let me out
Nigga let me 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 cuffing these hoes like shackles
For the & the cheese like a Green Bay packer
Trippy Man, fuck you pay me, I come play Tom Brady
Kush is my medication, ride presidential like Reagan
Pussy niggas need to hating my flow sick like cancer patients
and a new Bugatti, yes bitch 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 ho, Taylor Gang that's trippy ho
Smoking on that Christmas tree my belt buckle mistletoe
Who stands your wife?
She spent the night
With my dick in her mouth & my balls in her
Like the bitch was dice
Juicy J, I got long
I got 1998 song
pour that Patron for me
I rock shows, boy I'm money

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