Luyện nghe bài hát My Weezy

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

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

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

Wayne]
a Big E beat,
And I'm a cook bitch like piggy meat
Yeah,
You can get chopped,
Money bitch
Let the champagne pop,
I will bat man,
Now go her short stop
bitch, you do the wop
Well bitch, I do the
Okay man, you do the
Well man, I do the
You pull up in parking
I up the dock like

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

To my own tune,
Lil'
My hurtin'
My shit is real soon
whom and whoever for whatever
That barrel longer a word with ten letters
Now you it
I say Money bitch forever,
And we than all these mothafuckas up in this era
Know'm 'bout?

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

I love the that I'm in
Goose pimples couldn't me up out of the Y.M.
Yack,
Goose,
'Tron,
gin
Got a couple girls
Let the party
I heard you your self a baller when the cameras on
If it trickin' cuz you got it
you trippin' on?
See, I'm a spoiled
You frontin' hatin' me up with
But my crew holdin' bags bitches

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

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

It's
No
I'm
No
species
Don't
milla fish Friday
Squad
the white guy from Verizon
Gator
So only right you meet the fugitive
John

School
I was too
Than them no
You no high-fivin'
Nigga, the damn dices

My word play touch is from the color
My kick so unreal
They say them must be fake
Never been
MTV, I
Quake very eyesight
My no mistake
the deal
Steak dinner
For the
My life is like a play
You can see it
breathe it
From a feet away
But stay
Cuz I
Get
them tag-along
Let me
Get on a
gone
I'm off the hook like phones
My identity so
They think wrong
G.E.D. Money
Finish strong, so keep goin'
My ligaments 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
Shout to
to the A-town
304
Shout to
Philly