Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Ammo

I'm in my bass pro camo, like a Rambo
Military sack strapped with some candles
I'm 'bout to light it up it's Independence Day
I do it underground, the independent way
I got a dinner date, I'm ten minutes
With chick that I met up on the internate
I mean the internet, I that fucking app
I mean a meth head, I met her in the trap (huh?)
No, what the fuck is
I met her at a (oh)
I'm Jeezy, selling tickets like it's fucking snow
Or like I'm Yeezy, selling Yeezys, I'll be god
You gotta buy these VIP tickets,
I mean a stream is just a dream you're front row
A views, we lookin' good, but no dough
I'm in the booth whippin' merch like I'm in the
Strange Music going stupid, it's new addiction

We got guns, dope, for mo' ammo
like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this music feel like you can
Guns, dope, clips for mo'
like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this music feel you can fly?

Look, if you ain't me my props yet, you late as fuck
I like to think that I'm top five like does
Speeding past these rappers like traffic cops with radar guns
And counting so much money that my got paperc uts
You play and to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch
Can't you say that saved a slut, I met your lady once
We fucked and now it turned a weekly visit
Got her hooked I was deep sea fishing
And she mean business, she says she love to it all night
I really get head and she got suction a Dyson Upright
I the sunlight, woke up and play some Maxwell
She open and sat still
I fucked her throat and filmed it, now that's what I a gag reel
Again and we win, while all you do is catch L's
My ain't a farmer but his son became a cash cow
Revolvers on as fuck if you a boxer or a belt
Should've packed,
Go back on my time shit and I bet you I spazz out

We got guns, dope, clips for mo'
Rhyming like a quarter key the door panel
Put ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this music like you can fly?
Guns, dope, for mo' ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door
Put ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this feel like you can fly?

Growed killas who rolled with Milla's
Some niggas who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit ya
Popo suspicious we sold tricks fixes to hold big
roguish wishes is so ridiculous
Bogus you Ho's fictitious and Low wit glitches
The Dough made you DIBKIS (I gotta stop)
Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro gets wicked when I spit I'm bout to kill em and a soul is (That nigga hot)
My rap give the industry an alignment rapper's ain't goin straight no mo'
Image need refinement let a nigga help recreate yo flow, and I'm gon' design it to make mo' dough shake mo Ho's hey bro bro, this that N9ne shit! trippin! (why?)
Cause I drinkin like a camel, (yeah?)
to play me like a piano, (yeah?)
Now I'm to go Rambo packin' mo' ammo nigga!

We got guns, dope, for mo' ammo
Rhyming like a key inside the door panel
Put ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo'
Rhyming a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you
Don't this music feel like you can