Luyện nghe bài hát My Weezy

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

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

[DJ
See I don?t be the Mixtape King no more,
More the Mixtape President,
Odrama!
It was time for change,
I mean the game dry
So, I figured we for re-election
So, me and gon? keep runnin?
So y'all can fly

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

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 Money bitch forever,
And we better than all these up in this era
Know'm 'bout?

I tell my niggas pick the 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, them bitches I'm a surgeon
Cleaner than 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 party
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 chick
You niggas hatin' me up with
But my crew holdin' bags bitches

[Lil'
on the scene
And yeah, I hit my
I D-Town
Now the really 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
men in this game
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, yeah I rap
Mic in my
I run Marion Barber
You on the sidelines
And I be a
Going bad on you like I'm Reginae Carter
That's my little sister if you didn't know
(Wait)
Weezy's daughter
(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
This
diet
Every milla fish
deep
Like the white guy Verizon
Gator
So it's only you meet the fugitive
John

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

My word play is from the color great
My kick so unreal
They say colors must be fake
been made
MTV, I
your very eyesight
My fame's no
Since the
Steak everyday
For the
My life is a Compton play
You can see it
Nearly it
From a couple feet
But stay
Cuz I
Get
them tag-along
Let me
Get on a
gone
I'm off the hook cordless phones
My so right
They it's wrong
G.E.D. Money
Finish strong, so I'ma keep
My ligaments covered in green like general on my face
my skin was leather made
Leatherman
You ain't seen
Like a nun
before me

It's boys
man
I do it for the hatin'

[DJ
Shout to
to the A-town
304
Shout to
Philly