Luyện nghe bài hát McGyver

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

up, bitch, don't get tired
Go with move, I'm 'bout it
Come like Uber drivers
My goons move in
They turnt up and wildin'
Niggas how I'm rockin'
I get it all the way, pressure
no silence

Clear colors, pullin' up, 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 make me talk with a
I had to rap my shit, I just had broke my
Don't 'posed to talk to me, say bro control bitch
I clap on, on, bring that ass here
Was in my feelings 'bout your girl, that was year
You up with her, I just stay up with 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 right and I about you
I for, I about you
All the niggas that was hatin', they ain't had a second thought you
Big Jigga fuck with me, I'm on the phone J Real
I got the roof laid back, got lil Dreka right
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 mixin' gumbo, shit like Mutombo
Run it back, ain't no fumble, disrespect me, go
I just out the ward, I'm chillin', I'm in the jungle
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, walk up on you, nigga, what is you
I got somethin' in my... and this gon' stop you 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 other sections keep it realer than
That come from the same hood, we played together as
You a silly boy, hold up, you don't know me, why we
Ask your big dog about my... yeah, retarded
Hold the shop by myself, got it then from you bought it
Gon' step up there, I'll spray this bitch like Mad Marvin
My lil' Juvie, she golden with killin' and I fuck her
I just picked her up after school and a blunt with her
I've been fuckin' with lil' NaNa, but she runnin' from me
When I she go to uh uh, I can't run out of money
Everybody 'bout to take a trip to
I give a shit, bitch I'm kickin' it in Dallas
Get your passport, I'm 'bout to a bitch to Paris
Champs-Élysées, Louis Vuitton, but that's
Michael Kors for my whores, be happy
Say it designer, then I'm leavin', goddamn it
If I'm the one that bought it for you, then fantastic
Ring from Wal-Mart, I thought the thought was what mattered