Luyện nghe bài hát My Weezy

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

[Lil'
a minute
Wait a
Wait a
See I know you were gunna do this one.
Ight, now you motherfuckers huh?
That?s what y?all you wantin? huh?
Okay, okay,
Go Drama

[DJ
See I don?t wanna be the Mixtape no more,
More the Mixtape President,
Odrama!
It was time for change,
I the game been dry
So, I figured we going for
So, me and Wayne gon? keep
So y'all can fly

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

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

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

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

I love the skin I'm in
Goose pimples couldn't me up out of the Y.M.
Yack,
Goose,
'Tron,
gin
Got a couple crackin'
Let the begin
I heard you call your 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 crew duffle bags bitches

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

When I pull up in candy 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 Barber
You haters on the
And I be a
bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter
That's my little sister if you boys didn't
(Wait)
That's daughter
(So don't mess her bro'!)
Cuz we'll come you in all kinds of cars
out
Young Money, all star

It's
No
I'm
No
species
Don't
Every milla fish
deep
Like the white guy from
Gator
So it's only you meet the fugitive
McGiver

School
I was too
Than no license
You gets no
Nigga, the damn dices

My word touch is from the color great
My kick so unreal
They say them must be fake
been made
MTV, I
Quake 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 couple feet
But away
Cuz I
Get
With tag-along
Let me
Get on a
Period
I'm off the hook like phones
My identity so
think it's wrong
G.E.D. Money
Finish strong, so I'ma goin'
My ligaments covered in like general symbols on my face
Like my was leather made
Louis
You ain't never
Like a nun
before me

It's boys
man
I do it for the homies

[DJ
Shout to
Shout to the
304
Shout to
Philly