Luyện nghe bài hát McGyver

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

Hold up, bitch, don't get
Go your move, I'm 'bout it
through like Uber drivers
My goons move in
turnt up and they wildin'
Niggas how I'm rockin'
I get it all the way, applyin'
Ain't no

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 had broke my wrist
Don't 'posed to talk to me, say bro control your
I on, clap on, bring that ass here
Was in my feelings 'bout your girl, that was last
You laid up with her, I just stay up her
She ain't like her homegirl, she a killer
Take her off and she look way different
Now let me see you work out, I love it when you 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 about you
All the niggas that was hatin', they had a second thought about you
Big Jigga fuck me, I'm on the phone with J Real
I got the roof back, got lil Dreka right here
I don't trust too many niggas, switch up on you, they
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 just left out the ward, I'm chillin', I'm in the
Checkin' on my lake rent houses, flood can't nothin'
I ain't on the so I don't hear what they're sayin'
I'm in the streets, up on you, nigga, what is you sayin'?
I got somethin' in my... and gon' stop you from playin'
I never went in retirement, I'm still in demand
I got the clickin', we on fire, I got mojo
boomin' out the dorm on the low though
My niggas from other sections it realer than niggas
That come from the same hood, we 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' step up through there, I'll spray this bitch like Mad
My lil' Juvie, she golden 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 take a trip to
I don't give a shit, bitch I'm kickin' it in
Get passport, I'm 'bout to take a bitch to Paris
Champs-Élysées, Louis Vuitton, but that's
Michael Kors for my whores, better be
Say it designer, then I'm leavin', goddamn it
If I'm the one that bought it for you, then it's
Ring bought from Wal-Mart, I the thought was what mattered