Luyện nghe bài hát Mo' Ammo

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

We got 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?
Guns, dope, clips for mo'
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the 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 like Jada does
Speeding past these rappers like they traffic cops with radar
And counting so much money that my got paperc uts
You play and talk to me, you sweet as or punch
you say that captain saved a slut, I met your lady once
We fucked and now it turned into a weekly
Got her hooked like I was deep sea
And she mean business, she says she love to it all night
I get head and she got suction like a Dyson Upright
I the sunlight, woke up and play some Maxwell
She open and sat still
I fucked her and filmed it, now that's what I call a gag reel
Again and again we win, all you do is catch L's
My father ain't a farmer but his son a cash cow
Revolvers on as fuck if you a or a black belt
packed, yeah
Go back on my double time shit and I bet you I out

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

Growed with killas who rolled with
soulless niggas who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit ya
Popo we sold tricks fixes to hold big riches
These roguish is so ridiculous
Bogus bitches you Ho's fictitious and Low wit
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 to kill em and a soul is lifted (That nigga hot)
My rap assignment give the industry an alignment ain't goin straight no mo'
Image really need refinement let a nigga help recreate yo flow, and I'm gon' design it to make mo' shake mo Ho's hey bro bro, this that N9ne shit! trippin! (why?)
Cause I been drinkin a camel, (yeah?)
Tried to play me a piano, (yeah?)
Now I'm about to go Rambo mo' ammo nigga!

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