Luyện nghe bài hát McGyver

I call these two packs
all he got is two packs
Frontin' like he run the city, why the fuck he do
I'm like, "Why the he do that?"

up, bitch, don't get tired
Go with move, I'm 'bout it
Come through Uber drivers
My goons in silence
They turnt up and wildin'
know how I'm rockin'
I get it all the way, applyin'
no silence

Clear colors, up, everybody head bop
This is not a bandana, check out how these pop
Say it clear and clisp, I had meant to say
All these diamonds in my make me talk with a lisp
I had to rap my shit, I just had broke my
Don't 'posed to to me, say bro control your bitch
I clap on, on, bring that ass here
Was in my feelings your girl, that was last year
You up with her, I just stay up with her
She ain't like her homegirl, she a killer
her makeup off and she look way different
Now let me see you out, I love it when you work out
In the I issue work out, I'm sorry we ain't work out
Got my money and I forgot about you
I for, I forgot you
All the niggas that was hatin', they ain't had a second thought you
Big Jigga fuck with me, I'm on the phone J Real
I got the roof laid back, got lil Dreka right
I don't trust too many niggas, switch up on you, will
MAC fury, I put 'em in a combo, boom, boom, boom, boom,
Get here, we mixin' gumbo, shit like Mutombo
Run it back, no fumble, disrespect me, go dumbo
I just left out the ward, I'm chillin', I'm in the
Checkin' on my lake rent houses, flood nothin' crumble
I ain't on the internet so I don't what they're sayin'
I'm in the streets, walk up on you, nigga, what is you
I got somethin' in my... and this gon' stop you from
I ain't never went in retirement, I'm in demand
I got the clickin', we on fire, I got mojo
H-Town out the dorm on the low though
My niggas from other sections it realer than niggas
come from the same hood, we played together as children
You a silly boy, hold up, you don't me, why we talkin'?
Ask your big dog about my... yeah, retarded
Hold the shop by myself, got it from here you bought it
Gon' up through there, I'll spray this bitch like Mad Marvin
My lil' Juvie, she with killin' and I fuck with her
I just picked her up after school and smoked a blunt her
I've been fuckin' with lil' NaNa, but she runnin' from me
I leave she go to uh uh, I can't run out of money
Everybody 'bout to a trip to Miami
I don't give a shit, I'm kickin' it in Dallas
Get passport, I'm 'bout to take a bitch to Paris
Champs-Élysées, Vuitton, but that's average
Michael Kors for my whores, be happy
Say it designer, then I'm leavin', goddamn it
If I'm the one that it for you, then it's fantastic
Ring bought from Wal-Mart, I thought the thought was mattered