Luyện nghe bài hát McGyver

I call these two packs
all he got is two packs
Frontin' like he run the city, why the 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 like Uber
My goons in silence
They 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 shells pop
Say it clear and clisp, I had meant to say
All these diamonds in my mouth make me talk with a
I had to rap my shit, I had broke my wrist
Don't 'posed to to me, say bro control your bitch
I clap on, clap on, bring that ass
Was in my feelings 'bout your girl, was last year
You laid up 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 work out, I love it you work out
In the hood I issue out, I'm sorry we ain't work out
Got my right and I forgot about you
I for, I forgot you
All the niggas that was hatin', ain't had a second thought about you
Big Jigga with 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, up on you, they will
MAC fury, I put 'em in a combo, boom, boom, boom, boom,
Get here, we gumbo, blockin' 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 hear what they're
I'm in the streets, up on you, nigga, what is you sayin'?
I got somethin' in my... and this gon' you from playin'
I ain't 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 sections keep it realer than niggas
That come from the same hood, we together as children
You a silly boy, hold up, you don't me, why we talkin'?
Ask your big dog about my... yeah, real
the shop by myself, got it then from here you bought it
Gon' step up through there, 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 to take a trip to Miami
I don't give a shit, bitch I'm kickin' it in
Get your passport, I'm to take a bitch to Paris
Champs-Élysées, Vuitton, but that's average
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 it's
Ring bought from Wal-Mart, I the thought was what mattered