Luyện nghe bài hát McGyver

I call 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?"

up, bitch, don't get tired
Go your move, I'm 'bout it
through like Uber drivers
My goons in silence
They up and they wildin'
know how I'm rockin'
I get it all the way, applyin'
no silence

Clear colors, pullin' up, head bop
This is not a bandana, check out how these pop
Say it and clisp, I had meant to say crisp
All diamonds in my mouth make 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 clap on, clap on, bring that ass
Was in my feelings 'bout your girl, that was year
You up with her, I just stay up with her
She ain't her homegirl, she a makeup killer
Take her makeup off and she look way
Now let me see you out, I love it when you work out
In the hood I issue work out, I'm sorry we work out
Got my right and I forgot about you
I for, I forgot 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 laid back, got lil Dreka right here
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' shit 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 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 gon' stop you from playin'
I ain't never went in retirement, I'm 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 the same hood, we played together as children
You a boy, hold up, you don't know me, why we talkin'?
Ask big dog about my... yeah, real retarded
Hold the shop by myself, got it then from you bought it
Gon' step up through there, I'll spray this bitch Mad Marvin
My lil' Juvie, she with killin' and I fuck with her
I just her up after school and smoked a blunt with her
I've been fuckin' with NaNa, but she been 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 give a shit, bitch I'm 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, I'm leavin', goddamn it
If I'm the one bought it for you, then it's fantastic
bought from Wal-Mart, I thought the thought was what mattered