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, don't get
Go your move, I'm 'bout it
Come through Uber drivers
My goons move in
They turnt up and wildin'
Niggas know how I'm
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 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 with her, I just up with her
She ain't like her homegirl, she a makeup
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 work out, I'm sorry we ain't work out
Got my money and I forgot about you
I for, I forgot you
All the that was hatin', they ain't had a second thought about you
Big Jigga fuck with me, I'm on the with J Real
I got the laid back, got lil Dreka right here
I don't trust too many niggas, switch up on you, 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 out the ward, I'm chillin', I'm in the jungle
Checkin' on my rent houses, flood can't nothin' crumble
I ain't on the so I don't hear 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 clickin', we on fire, I got mojo
H-Town boomin' out the dorm on the low
My from other sections keep it realer than niggas
That come the same hood, we played together as children
You a silly boy, hold up, you don't me, why we talkin'?
Ask big dog about my... yeah, real retarded
Hold the shop by myself, got it then here you bought it
Gon' step up through there, I'll this bitch like Mad Marvin
My lil' Juvie, she with killin' and I fuck with her
I just picked her up after and smoked a blunt with her
been fuckin' with lil' NaNa, but she been runnin' from me
When I leave she go to uh uh, I can't run out of
Everybody 'bout to a trip to Miami
I give a shit, bitch I'm kickin' it in Dallas
Get your passport, I'm 'bout to take a bitch to
Champs-Élysées, Louis Vuitton, but that's
Michael Kors for my whores, be happy
Say it ain't designer, then I'm leavin', it
If I'm the one that it for you, then it's fantastic
Ring bought from Wal-Mart, I the thought was what mattered