Luyện nghe bài hát My Weezy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love the that I'm in
Goose pimples shake me up out of the Y.M.
Yack,
Goose,
'Tron,
gin
Got a couple crackin'
Let the party
I heard you call self a baller when the cameras on
If it ain't cuz you got it
you trippin' on?
See, I'm a chick
You frontin' niggas hatin' me up
But my crew duffle bags bitches

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

When I pull up in that 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 Barber
You on the sidelines
And I be a
Going bad on you kids like I'm Reginae
That's my little sister if you boys didn't
(Wait)
That's Weezy's
(So don't mess her bro'!)
Cuz come find you in all kinds of cars
out
Young Money, D-town's all

It's
No
I'm
No
species
Don't
Every milla fish
deep
Like the white guy from
righteous
So it's right you meet the fugitive
John

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

My word play is from the color great
My kick game so
They say them must be fake
Never been
MTV, I
Quake very eyesight
My no mistake
Since the
Steak dinner
For the
My is like a Compton play
You can see it
breathe it
From a couple away
But away
Cuz I
Get
them tag-along
Let me
Get on a
gone
I'm off the hook cordless phones
My identity so
They think it's
G.E.D. Young
strong, so I'ma keep goin'
My ligaments covered in green like symbols on my face
Like my skin was made
Leatherman
You ain't seen
Like a nun
before me

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

[DJ
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