Luyện nghe bài hát Nerve

[Chorus: Faime]
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you must got the
Hop in the and swerve
Kick a broad to the curb
I'm gettin' paid like the
I'm with your and she slurrin'
She suck on the dick 'til she
She on the dick 'til she burp
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you got the nerve

1: Lil Twist]
Mansion house, out
Cashin' out, baby, blackin' out
out, gas is out
Runnin' in, masses down, round
Hoes in shirts, me downs
Young Carter, no brown
no brown? Yeah
Take a moment for the nino
Pay ass pussies to your cap and gown
Like ooh, you must got nerve
Double cup, fill it and
I come up Lil Tunechi
Had to let loose of the
Had to let loose of the
let loose of the Perc's, no
We hit your block and
Run juice all your turf

[Chorus: Fooly
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you got the nerve
Hop in the 'rari and
Kick a bitch to the curb
I'm gettin' paid like the
I'm with your and she slurrin'
She suck on the 'til she burp
She suck on the dick she burp
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you got the nerve

2: Lil Wayne]
it out, ran 'em out
Standin' out, stand 'em
out, airin' it out
Man is down and found his family down
Just around, layin' 'em down
They stand around, I'm it down
I'm up, I'm Xannied down
I'm Addy'd up, I'm up
My ante up, now pat 'em
He good, he did and a smile
I panned around, we safe and
We ate some clowns, we take 'em
We take they child out, the style
It takes a to break it down
I break it and make my rounds
Then labor down but I down
They fakin' files, they vows
I'm makin' magic, say tat
Make it happen and all I gotta say to shit
Is you all day like rabbits, nigga
You, you must got the
Tune gon' get on nerves
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you got the hearse
Ooh, you got the box
Ooh, we cut off your
Ooh, you can't box
Wings that even flock
You me of slop
Ooh, she in her heart
And Twizzy, yeah, yeah, my son
And his all, habits I thought
I tell her let one stop
You through, who the fuck, the fuck is wearin' flip flops?
Buy his backpack every time I shop
We been eye to eye for years, who Cyclops, I'm sayin'
Ooh, you must got the
I am so tired of you bitches
Boy, I am so proud of my bitches
Boy, talks, I know that shit by his boy
Ooh, you must got work
Ooh, you got that verse
Ooh, we might got the
Ooh, we about to