Luyện nghe bài hát Mercy

[Intro: Jones]
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 which is the champion sound
(believe!)

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

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

[Verse 2: T]
Yeah prime time, my top back, this pimp 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, blue dolphins 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 money
Check the neck, check the wrist, them heads turning, that's
My Audemar like Gras, that's Swiss time and that's excellence
preference, roof gone, George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake so your Hines is irrelevant
Lambo, Murcie-lago, she go I go, wherever we go, we do it pronto

[Interlude: Jones]
Well, it is a and a mourning 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 champion
The bugle has blown fi many times, and it have one more time left
Cause the of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

[Verse 3: West]
Let the suicide up
I suicides on the tour bus
I threw on the private jet
You know what mean, I'm fly to death
I in Def Jam building like I'm the shit
'em give me fifty million or I'm-a quit
Most rappers taste level ain't at my level
Turn up the bass 'til it's level
do no press but I get the most press, kid
Plus, yo my bitch your bitch look like Precious
Something Mary, she gone off that Molly
Now the whole party is like Dal
Now is movin' they body
sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby
Niggas is loiterin' to feel important
You gon' see and niggas in Jordans

[Verse 4: 2
Ok, now ketchup to my campaign, coupe the 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 girl need a bandaid
Grade A, A1, the color of Akon
diamonds, backpack rhyming, co-signed by Louis Vuitton (Yup!)
Horsepower, horsepower, all this Polo on I got
Pound of this cost thousand, I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain pourin', all my cars is
All my broads is foreign, money like Jordan