Luyện nghe bài hát McGyver

I call these niggas two
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 with move, I'm 'bout it
Come like Uber drivers
My move in silence
turnt up and they wildin'
Niggas how I'm rockin'
I get it all the way, applyin'
no silence

Clear colors, pullin' up, head bop
This is not a bandana, out how these shells pop
Say it and clisp, I had meant to say crisp
All these diamonds in my mouth make me talk a lisp
I had to rap my shit, I just had broke my
'posed to talk to me, say bro control your bitch
I clap on, clap on, bring that ass
Was in my feelings your girl, that was last year
You laid up with her, I just stay up her
She like her homegirl, she a makeup killer
Take her makeup off and she look way
Now let me see you work out, I it when you work out
In the hood I issue work out, I'm sorry we 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 with me, I'm on the phone with J Real
I got the roof laid back, got lil Dreka right
I don't trust too 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 crumble
I ain't on the internet so I don't what they're sayin'
I'm in the streets, up on you, nigga, what is you sayin'?
I got somethin' in my... and this gon' stop you playin'
I ain't never in retirement, I'm still in demand
I got the jailhouse clickin', we on fire, I got
H-Town boomin' out the on the low though
My niggas other sections keep it realer than niggas
That come from the same hood, we played as children
You a silly boy, hold up, you don't know me, why we
Ask your big dog my... yeah, real retarded
Hold the by myself, got it then from here you bought it
Gon' step up through there, spray this bitch like Mad Marvin
My Juvie, she golden with killin' and I fuck with her
I picked her up after school and smoked a blunt with her
I've been fuckin' with lil' NaNa, but she been from me
When I leave she go to uh uh, I run out of money
Everybody 'bout to take a to Miami
I don't give a shit, I'm kickin' it in Dallas
Get your passport, I'm 'bout to take a to Paris
Champs-Élysées, Louis Vuitton, but that's
Michael Kors for my whores, be happy
Say it ain't designer, I'm leavin', goddamn it
If I'm the one that bought it for you, then fantastic
Ring bought Wal-Mart, I thought the thought was what mattered