Luyện nghe bài hát Ooouuu (Remix)

[Intro: of 300]
Rap god, man, FGE shit, man. You know what it is man
You already why I'm here, man
I ain't like this fucking beat. Only doing shit cause my fans asked me
In the studio, eating and shit. Still sick with this shit
[Verse 1: of 300]
haters on my dick piss em off
Take a pic with his bitch him off
These rappers trying to steal my get the sauce
Sold they for a loan niggas lost
I was lit like a new torch,streets was my new
Belt buckle double g's like two
Was drug dealing freakin balling like I'm Too
Was serving niggas in the mall like a court
Deuce 5 on me I was Rose in New York
Had to put some squares in a box some Newport's
I older and my heart got colder
And my mind got
And my got longer
And them bitches got naked,and them started hatin'
And my guns got bigger,so my flow got
Let me tell you about this young cat,I used to front packs
Was known for poking for that paper like a thumbtack
I told them come rap, stop hangin with dumb cats
free J Real until the day my nigga comeback
I used to pull up on the block the bass banging
Big Strap hug a nigga like he waist
I catch you clowns running around get your painted
I put the chrome to his cause I hate aiming
10K for a show, you better hurry before the change up
Rap god the bringer,The life changer
I hope they pull it, 30 bullets up in my
Versace shoes on looking like the white
And these bitches not my they ain't stressing me
Bitch if ain't my you you can't question me
And shawty blow my whistle she be beggin me
You call her Stephanie?, I call her
Shawty got that fire head that's a
Head down my legs OOOUUU pedigree
KP just and said he got another check for me
Like why you keep on sonning them I get a vasectomy
heavenly G.O.D. keep on blessing me
stopped my legacy
Saucing they want the

I'm flyer then a Frisbee got all the bitches me
And your bitch like my she know every word like a spelling bee
Boy I there will never be nothing breathing ahead of me
Came a long way from selling weed, shit like the 7 seas
dough,and cracking hoes filling niggas with jealousy
Way before the felony's had bitch niggas scared of me
I promise if you threaten me, When I see you, you be ready to back it up because I'm on your heels like i'm Beverly
Killing the infidelity,After U like the V
Gun smoking so much I think God might just be me
My said,Might bag ya bitch
Go through walls casper shit
Might her back after I hit,Then go home to the baddest bitch
Thats savage shit,I and shit
Rap god to I'm blasphemous
I've this,They mad as shit
can't stand me like Kapernick
I've passed the grace,Steve Nash
My wrist matches Jackson's kicks
That 40 in my lap and shit,No poking me like
And no moving packages
I'm stacking chips,my cash is
They broke as hell but paying
Reason there pastor is
Pole inside my jumpsuit like I be running track and shit
30 be my magic stick
I shoot I'm T Mack with it

Catch an opp in traffic like Lebron you know I'm glassin' Don't joke and play,Just hope and pray one day I don't go back to this
Trunk in the fly on some Dumbo shit
no Bitch I'm flying I die on my Nutso shit
Now run and tell all your how I went nuts on this
I'm cutthroat bitch,I promise I don't trust no
And I ain't even gotta meet her I can fuck bitch
Balling Krillin bet I cut like a destructo disc
You with mines I'm on your ass fuck all that humble shit
The pussy never seen a killer come so quick
Look out the window hanging longer Rapunzel shit
It go BRAAAAAAATTT until my gun go
Pussy's in there feelings about something I said
Yelling "Gang,Gang,Gang" until one of them
You got a brain better use it or get one in the
I got like porn stars there gonna come for the bread
But I'm so with it that I'm coming instead
pop you up until you drop like you was jumping in bed
Go my hands after I leave the scene covered in red
kiss my momma on the head and tuck my sons into bed
Caught em lackin' up in and got clean on em
on em,Let my trigger finger squeeze on em
Put that pressure on the like it's weed on em
his ass,Hit the gas(VROOM), Speed on em
[Outro: Montana of
dressed as friends better watch them they envious
Don't The God album dropping May 20th
These haters on my piss, em off
They never..Whatchu'
[?]
on my dick,piss em off