Luyện nghe bài hát McGyver

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

Hold up, bitch, don't get
Go with move, I'm 'bout it
Come through like Uber
My goons move in
They up and they wildin'
Niggas know how I'm
I get it all the way, applyin'
Ain't no

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