Luyện nghe bài hát My Weezy

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

[Lil'
a minute
Wait a
Wait a
See I ain?t know you were do this one.
Ight, now you motherfuckers huh?
That?s what you been wantin? huh?
Okay, okay,
Go ahead

[DJ
See I don?t wanna be the King no more,
More the Mixtape President,
Odrama!
It was definitely for change,
I mean the game dry
So, I figured we going for
So, me and Wayne keep runnin?
So niggas can fly

Wayne]
a Big E beat,
And I'm a cook bitch like piggy meat
Yeah,
You can get chopped,
Young Money
Let the champagne pop,
I bat your 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 up in parking lots
I up the dock like

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

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

I tell my pick the target out,
And then I pick the target off
volleyball, I'm a serve 'em,
And being fake is 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 Fergie
'em get on (Birdman Jr.'s birdy)

I the skin that I'm in
Goose pimples shake me up out of the Y.M.
Yack,
Goose,
'Tron,
gin
Got a couple girls
Let the begin
I heard you call your self a baller the cameras on
If it trickin' cuz you got it
What you on?
See, I'm a spoiled
You frontin' niggas hatin' me up
But my crew holdin' 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
Twist, I get silly
I?m the of the city
Young Money, Young
Yeah, the kid in thang
Grown men in this
Can't compete with me

When I pull up in candy red
(54's on the dash sittin' 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 kids like I'm Carter
That's my little sister if you didn't know
(Wait)
That's Weezy's
(So don't mess her bro'!)
Cuz we'll come you in all kinds of cars
out
Young Money, D-town's all

It's
No
I'm
No
This
diet
Every milla Friday
deep
Like the white guy Verizon
Gator
So it's right you meet the fugitive
John

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

My word play touch is from the color
My game so unreal
They say colors must be fake
been made
MTV, I
Quake your very
My fame's no
Since the
Steak everyday
For the
My is like a Compton play
You can see it
Nearly it
a couple feet away
But away
Cuz I
Get
With tag-along
Let me
Get on a
Period
I'm off the hook like phones
My identity so
They it's wrong
G.E.D. Young
strong, so I'ma keep goin'
My ligaments covered in green general symbols on my face
my skin was leather made
Leatherman
You never seen
a nun booty
None me

It's boys
man
I do it for the homies

[DJ
Shout to
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