Luyện nghe bài hát McGyver

I these 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, get tired
Go your move, I'm 'bout it
Come through Uber drivers
My goons move in
They up and they wildin'
Niggas 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 to say crisp
All these diamonds in my mouth me talk with a lisp
I had to rap my shit, I just had broke my
Don't 'posed to talk to me, say bro control bitch
I on, clap on, bring that ass here
Was in my feelings your girl, that was last year
You laid up with her, I just stay up her
She ain't like her homegirl, she a makeup
Take her makeup off and she way different
Now let me see you out, I love it when you work out
In the hood I work out, I'm sorry we ain't work out
Got my right and I forgot about you
I for, I about you
All the niggas was hatin', they ain't had a second thought about you
Big Jigga fuck me, I'm on the phone with J Real
I got the roof laid back, got lil Dreka right
I don't 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, shit like Mutombo
Run it back, ain't no fumble, me, go dumbo
I just out the ward, I'm chillin', I'm in the jungle
Checkin' on my lake rent houses, can't 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 playin'
I ain't never went in retirement, I'm still in
I got the jailhouse clickin', we on fire, I got
boomin' out the dorm on the low though
My niggas from other sections keep it than niggas
That 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 my... yeah, real retarded
Hold the shop by myself, got it then from here you it
Gon' up through there, I'll spray this bitch like Mad Marvin
My lil' Juvie, she golden with killin' and I with her
I just picked her up school and smoked a blunt with 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 a shit, bitch I'm kickin' it in Dallas
Get passport, I'm 'bout to take a bitch to Paris
Champs-Élysées, Louis Vuitton, but that's
Michael for my whores, better be happy
Say it designer, then I'm leavin', goddamn it
If I'm the one that bought it for you, then fantastic
Ring bought from Wal-Mart, I thought the was what mattered