Luyện nghe bài hát McGyver

I call these niggas two
'Cause all he got is two
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
through like Uber drivers
My move in silence
They turnt up and they
Niggas know how I'm
I get it all the way, applyin'
Ain't no

Clear colors, up, everybody head bop
This is not a bandana, check out how shells pop
Say it and clisp, I had meant to say crisp
All these in my mouth make me talk with a lisp
I had to rap my shit, I just had my wrist
Don't 'posed to to me, say bro control your bitch
I clap on, on, bring that ass here
Was in my 'bout your girl, that was last year
You laid up with her, I just up with her
She like her homegirl, she a makeup killer
Take her 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 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 here
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 gumbo, blockin' shit like Mutombo
Run it back, ain't no fumble, me, go dumbo
I just out the ward, I'm chillin', I'm in the jungle
Checkin' on my lake rent houses, flood can't nothin'
I on the internet so I don't hear 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 went in retirement, I'm still in demand
I got the jailhouse clickin', we on fire, I got
boomin' out the dorm on the low though
My from other sections keep it realer than niggas
That come from the same hood, we played as children
You a silly boy, hold up, you know me, why we talkin'?
Ask big dog about my... yeah, real retarded
the shop by myself, got it then from here you bought it
Gon' step up through there, I'll spray this bitch Mad Marvin
My lil' Juvie, she golden with and I fuck with her
I just picked her up school 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
'bout to take a trip 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, Vuitton, but that's average
Kors for my whores, better be happy
Say it ain't designer, I'm leavin', goddamn it
If I'm the one that bought it for you, then it's
Ring bought from Wal-Mart, I thought the thought was mattered