Luyện nghe bài hát My Weezy

[DJ
Young all stars on the way
Put the in the bag now hand it over

Wayne]
Wait a
Wait a
a minute
See I ain?t you were gunna do this one.
Ight, now you happy huh?
That?s what y?all you been wantin?
Okay, okay,
Go ahead

[DJ
See I don?t wanna be the King no more,
More like the President,
Odrama!
It was time for change,
I mean the been dry
So, I figured we for re-election
So, me and Wayne keep runnin?
So niggas can fly

[Lil'
a Big E beat,
And I'm a cook this bitch like meat
Yeah,
You can get chopped,
Young bitch
Let the cork pop,
I will bat man,
Now go tell her stop
bitch, you do the wop
Well bitch, I do the
man, you do the drop
Well man, I do the
You up in parking lots
I pull up the dock

Macaroni and hamhocks,
I am not on planet like Dr. Spock,

To my own tune,
Lil'
My stomach
My shit is dropping soon
Kill and whoever for whatever
That barrel longer than a word with ten
Now you it
I say Young Money forever,
And we than all these mothafuckas up in this era
Know'm talkin'

I tell my pick the target out,
And then I quickly the target off
volleyball, I'm a serve 'em,
And being fake is pussy so nigga, I'm a
Dr. Carter, tell bitches I'm a surgeon
Cleaner than some new detergent
Ya me?
And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that
'em get on (Birdman Jr.'s birdy)

I the skin that I'm in
pimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y.M.
Yack,
Goose,
'Tron,
gin
Got a couple crackin'
Let the begin
I you call your self a baller when the cameras on
If it ain't cuz you got it
What you on?
See, I'm a spoiled
You niggas hatin' me up with
But my holdin' duffle bags bitches

Twist]
Rockin' on the
And yeah, I hit my
I boogy
Now the girls really me
V.I.C. to Vic
Yeah, both got silly
Lil' Twist, I get
I?m the of the city
Young Money, Moula
Yeah, the kid in thang
Grown men in this
Can't compete me mayne

When I pull up in candy red
(54's on the sittin' next to Lil' Wayne)
I'm a
I'm a dog
Yeah, I rap harder
Mic in my
I run like Marion
You on the sidelines
And I be a
Going bad on you like I'm Reginae Carter
That's my sister if you boys didn't know
(Wait)
That's daughter
(So mess with her bro'!)
Cuz we'll find you in all kinds of cars
out
Young Money, all star

It's
No
I'm
No
species
Don't
Every milla Friday
Squad
the white guy from Verizon
Gator
So it's right you meet the fugitive
McGiver

School
I was too
them no license
You gets no
Nigga, roll the damn

My play touch is from the color great
My kick game so
They say them colors be fake
Never been
MTV, I
your very eyesight
My fame's no
Since the
dinner everyday
For the
My life is a Compton play
You can see it
Nearly it
From a feet away
But stay
Cuz I
Get
With tag-along
Let me
Get on a
gone
I'm off the hook like cordless
My so right
They think it's
G.E.D. Money
Finish strong, so I'ma keep
My covered in green like general symbols on my face
my skin was leather made
Leatherman
You ain't never
a nun booty
None me

It's only
man
I do it for the homies

[DJ
to Hollygrove
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wassup?