Luyện nghe bài hát Mercy

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse 3: West]
Let the doors up
I suicides on the tour bus
I suicides on the private jet
You know what mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I'm the
Tell 'em me fifty million or I'm-a quit
Most rappers taste level at my waist level
Turn up the bass it's up-in-your-face level
Don't do no but I get the most press, kid
Plus, yo my make your bitch look like Precious
Something about Mary, she off that Molly
Now the party is melted like Dal
Now everybody is movin' they
Don't sell me apartment, I'll in the lobby
Niggas is just to feel important
You gon' see and niggas in Jordans

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