Luyện nghe bài hát Mercy

[Intro: Jones]
Well, it is a and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth
It is a and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth
It is a - when it comes to my which is the champion sound
(believe!)

Okay Lamborghini Mercy, chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna me

[Verse 1: Big
Drop it to the floor, make that ass
Whoa, make the ground move, an ass quake
Built a house up on that ass, that's an ass
Roll my weed on it, an ass tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do every day-day
I them long nights, long nights to get a pay day
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a
(And niggas hating) so much hate I need an AK
Now we out in Paris, yeah I'm
White girls politicking, that's Sarah Palin
Gettin' high,
I give her that D, cause that's I was born and raised in

[Verse 2: T]
Yeah prime time, my top back, this pimp game ho
I'm red leather, cocaine, I'm Rick James ho
I'm Ms. Pac-Man, this pill popping-ass ho
I'm popping too, these blue need two coffins
All she want is some money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real
Check the neck, check the wrist, heads turning, that's exorcist
My like Mardi Gras, that's Swiss time and that's excellence
Two-door preference, roof gone, George
That white frost on that pound cake so your Hines is irrelevant
Lambo, Murcie-lago, she go wherever I go, we go, we do it pronto

[Interlude: Fuzzy
Well, it is a weeping and a and a gnashing of teeth in the dancehall
And who no have teeth rub pon them gums cause
When time it comes to my sound, which is the sound
The bugle has blown fi many times, and it still have one more time
the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

[Verse 3: West]
Let the suicide up
I suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the jet
You know that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam building I'm the shit
Tell 'em give me fifty million or quit
Most rappers taste ain't at my waist level
Turn up the 'til it's up-in-your-face level
Don't do no press but I get the press, kid
Plus, yo my bitch make your bitch look like
Something about Mary, she off that Molly
Now the whole is melted like Dal
Now everybody is they body
Don't me apartment, I'll move in the lobby
is loiterin' just to feel important
You gon' see lawyers and in Jordans

4: 2 Chainz]
Ok, now ketchup to my campaign, the color of mayonnaise
I'm drunk and high at the same time, drinkin' on the airplane (Tell em)
Spit rounds like the gun range, it up like Rampage
100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl a bandaid
Grade A, A1, chain the of Akon
Black diamonds, backpack rhyming, co-signed by Vuitton (Yup!)
Horsepower, horsepower, all this Polo on I got
Pound of this four thousand, I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain pourin', all my is foreign
All my is foreign, money tall like Jordan