Luyện nghe bài hát McGyver

I call these two packs
'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, don't get
Go with your move, I'm it
through like Uber drivers
My goons move in
turnt up and they wildin'
Niggas know how I'm
I get it all the way, pressure
no silence

Clear colors, pullin' up, everybody 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 up with her, I just stay up with her
She ain't like her homegirl, she a makeup
Take her off and she look way different
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 and I forgot about you
I for, I about you
All the niggas that was hatin', they had a second thought about you
Big fuck with me, I'm on the phone with J Real
I got the roof laid back, got lil 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 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 nothin' crumble
I on the internet so I don't hear what they're sayin'
I'm in the streets, walk up on you, nigga, is you sayin'?
I got somethin' in my... and this gon' you from playin'
I ain't never in retirement, I'm still in demand
I got the clickin', we on fire, I got mojo
H-Town out the dorm on the low though
My niggas from sections keep it realer than niggas
That come the same hood, we played together as children
You a silly boy, up, you don't know me, why we talkin'?
Ask your big dog about my... yeah, real
Hold the shop by myself, got it then from here you it
Gon' step up 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 and smoked a blunt with her
I've fuckin' with lil' NaNa, but she been runnin' from me
When I leave she go to uh uh, I run out of money
Everybody 'bout to take a trip to
I don't a shit, bitch I'm kickin' it in Dallas
Get your passport, I'm to take a bitch to Paris
Champs-Élysées, Louis Vuitton, but average
Michael for my whores, better be happy
Say it ain't designer, then I'm leavin', it
If I'm the one that bought it for you, then it's
Ring bought Wal-Mart, I thought the thought was what mattered