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 sound which is the champion
(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
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 work long nights, long nights to get a pay day
Finally got paid, now I shade and a vacay
(And still hating) so much hate I need an AK
Now we out in Paris, I'm Perriering
White girls politicking, that Sarah Palin
high, Californicating
I give her that D, cause that's where I was and raised in

[Verse 2: T]
it's prime time, my top back, this pimp game ho
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm James ho
I'm bill-dropping Ms. Pac-Man, this pill ho
I'm popping too, these dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money, all she need is some money
He his time, he counts 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 Swiss and that's excellence
Two-door preference, gone, George Jefferson
That white frost on that cake so your Duncan Hines is irrelevant
Lambo, Murcie-lago, she go wherever I go, 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 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 time left
the amount of stripe 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 that mean, I'm fly to
I step in Def Jam like I'm the shit
Tell 'em give me million or I'm-a quit
Most taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass it's up-in-your-face level
do no press but I get the most press, kid
Plus, yo my make your bitch look like Precious
Something Mary, she gone off that Molly
Now the whole is melted like Dal
Now everybody is they body
Don't sell me apartment, move in the lobby
Niggas is loiterin' just to feel
You gon' see lawyers and niggas in

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