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
through like Uber drivers
My goons move in
They up and they wildin'
Niggas know how I'm
I get it all the way, pressure
no silence

Clear colors, pullin' up, head bop
This is not a bandana, out how these shells 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 just had broke my
Don't 'posed to talk to me, say bro control bitch
I clap on, clap on, that ass here
Was in my feelings 'bout your girl, was last year
You laid up her, I just stay up with her
She ain't like her homegirl, she a makeup
Take her makeup off and she 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 was hatin', they ain't had a second thought about you
Big Jigga fuck with me, I'm on the phone J Real
I got the roof 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 gumbo, blockin' shit like Mutombo
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 lake rent houses, flood can't crumble
I ain't on the internet so I don't hear 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 never went in retirement, I'm in demand
I got the clickin', we on fire, I got mojo
H-Town out the dorm on the low though
My from other sections keep it realer than niggas
That come from the hood, we played together as children
You a silly boy, hold up, you don't know me, why we
Ask your big dog about my... yeah, retarded
Hold the 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 killin' and I fuck with her
I just her up after school and smoked a blunt with her
I've been fuckin' with lil' NaNa, but she been from me
When I leave she go to uh uh, I run out of money
Everybody 'bout to a trip to Miami
I give a shit, bitch I'm kickin' it in Dallas
Get your passport, I'm 'bout to take a to Paris
Champs-Élysées, Vuitton, but that's average
Michael Kors for my whores, be happy
Say it ain't designer, I'm leavin', goddamn it
If I'm the one that bought it for you, it's fantastic
Ring bought from Wal-Mart, I thought the thought was mattered