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 - when it comes to my sound which is the sound
(believe!)

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

[Verse 1: Big
Drop it to the floor, make ass shake
Whoa, the ground move, that's an ass quake
a house up on that ass, that's an ass state
Roll my weed on it, that's an ass
Say Ye, say Ye, we do this 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, I'm Perriering
girls politicking, that's that Sarah Palin
Gettin' high,
I give her that D, cause that's where I was born and in

[Verse 2: T]
Yeah prime time, my top back, this pimp game ho
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick ho
I'm bill-dropping Ms. Pac-Man, this popping-ass ho
I'm too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is heel money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he it out, I weighs it up, that's real money
Check the neck, check the wrist, them heads turning, that's
My Audemar like Mardi Gras, that's time and that's excellence
preference, roof gone, George Jefferson
That white frost on that 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 mourning and a of teeth in the dancehall
And who no have teeth gwan rub pon gums cause
When it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown fi times, and it still have one more time left
the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

[Verse 3: Kanye
Let the doors up
I suicides on the tour bus
I suicides on the private 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
rappers taste level ain't 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 bitch make bitch look like Precious
Something about Mary, she gone off Molly
Now the party is melted like Dal
Now everybody is movin' they
Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the
is loiterin' just to feel important
You gon' see and niggas in Jordans

4: 2 Chainz]
Ok, now to my campaign, coupe the color of mayonnaise
I'm drunk and high at the time, drinkin' champagne on the airplane (Tell em)
Spit rounds the gun range, beat it up like Rampage
100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl a bandaid
A, A1, chain the color of Akon
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 is foreign, money tall like Jordan