Luyện nghe bài hát Nerve

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

[Verse 1: Lil
house, trappin' out
Cashin' out, baby, blackin' out
out, gas is out
Runnin' in, masses down, ammo
Hoes in shirts, me downs
Young Carter, need no
no brown? Yeah
Take a moment for the nino
Pay smart ass to your cap and gown
Like ooh, you got that nerve
Double cup, it and serve
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 and disturb
Run juice all over turf

[Chorus: Fooly
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you must got the
Hop in the and swerve
Kick a bitch to the curb
I'm gettin' paid like the
I'm your bitch and she slurrin'
She suck on the dick 'til she
She suck on the dick 'til she
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you must got the
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, 'em down
out, airin' it out
Man is down and found his family down
Just layin' around, layin' 'em
They around, I'm tearin' it down
I'm tatted up, I'm Xannied
I'm up, I'm addin' up
My ante up, now pat 'em
He good, he did and a smile
I panned around, we and sound
We ate some clowns, we take 'em
We take child out, made the style
It takes a while to break it
I break it down and make my
Then labor down but I ain't
They fakin' files, breakin' vows
I'm makin' magic, say tat
Make it happen and all I say to that shit
Is you all day like rabbits, nigga
You, you must got the
gon' get on your nerves
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you got the hearse
Ooh, you got the box
Ooh, we cut off arms
Ooh, you even box
Wings that can't flock
You me of slop
Ooh, she light in her
And Twizzy, yeah, yeah, my son
And his all, habits I thought
I just her let one stop
You through, who the fuck, the fuck is wearin' flip flops?
Buy his whole backpack time I shop
We been seein' eye to eye for years, who Cyclops, I'm
Ooh, you must got the
I am so of you lil' bitches
Boy, I am so proud of my lil'
Boy, money talks, I know shit by his boy
Ooh, you got that work
Ooh, you must got verse
Ooh, we might got the
Ooh, we to Perc'