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 through like Uber
My goons in silence
turnt up and they wildin'
Niggas know how I'm
I get it all the way, applyin'
Ain't no

colors, pullin' up, everybody head bop
This is not a bandana, out how these shells pop
Say it clear and clisp, I had to say crisp
All these diamonds in my make me talk with a lisp
I had to rap my shit, I just had my wrist
Don't to talk to me, say bro control your bitch
I clap on, clap on, that ass here
Was in my 'bout your girl, that was last year
You laid up with her, I stay up with her
She like her homegirl, she a makeup killer
Take her makeup off and she way different
Now let me see you work out, I love it you work out
In the hood I issue work out, I'm sorry we ain't out
Got my money and I forgot about you
I for, I about you
All the that was hatin', they ain't had a second thought about you
Big fuck with me, I'm on the phone with J Real
I got the laid back, got lil Dreka right here
I don't trust too many niggas, switch up on you, they
MAC fury, I put 'em in a combo, boom, boom, boom, boom,
Get here, we mixin' gumbo, blockin' shit like
Run it back, ain't no fumble, disrespect me, go
I just left out the ward, I'm chillin', I'm in the
Checkin' on my rent houses, flood can't nothin' crumble
I ain't on the internet so I don't hear what sayin'
I'm in the streets, walk up on you, nigga, what is you
I got somethin' in my... and this stop you from playin'
I ain't went in retirement, I'm still in demand
I got the jailhouse clickin', we on fire, I got
H-Town boomin' out the dorm on the low
My niggas from other sections keep it realer niggas
That from the same hood, we played together as children
You a silly boy, hold up, you don't me, why we talkin'?
Ask your big dog about my... yeah, real
Hold the shop by myself, got it from here you bought it
Gon' up through there, I'll spray this bitch like Mad Marvin
My lil' Juvie, she with killin' and I fuck with her
I just picked her up after school and smoked a blunt her
I've been with lil' NaNa, but she been runnin' from me
When I 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 average
Michael for my whores, better be happy
Say it ain't designer, I'm leavin', goddamn it
If I'm the one that it for you, then it's fantastic
Ring bought from Wal-Mart, I thought the thought was mattered