Luyện nghe bài hát Original Silence

I'm so
Mac!
Lil in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm ready
Them nigga's off, call em' R. Kelly
I'm higher than a bitch, I that Keisha, Frank, and Neffie
Man all of these on my Johnson like Betsey
Got a in my wallet, blacker than that nigga Wesley
Life is a bitch, my bitch is sexy
I'm on the jet, and then I'm on the jet ski
I these female dogs heel, like Giuseppe's
Man you be poppin' shit, and I be off
I'm full of alcohol, like a cotton
I just em' up and Mr. G just drop em' off
I serve ho's, Mr. Volleyball
on my shoes, that's the Lou B's
I'm on my P's and Q's, QP's
Nigga I'm chillin, catch a cool
I a tree house, if money grow on trees
Fuck me wrong, I send your head to your momma
Death bed nigga, where the is your pyjamas
all day, period, no commas
Everybody tyin' to watch, but I'm

[Hook: Lil
Dark ass shades, I can't see them
Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach
Bitch I'm on that Patron, with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go
That bitch go,
That go, 'pew'
Got a silencer on the gun, bitch go 'pew'
Got a ass swagger, my bitches do too

[Verse 2: Lil
I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, The grass is greener in my
Swagger meaner than the
Pow pow pow, I ain't arguing
Leave a nigga' lieakin', if you go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets still
Got a bunch of tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls like
You's a dead pita bread, you're a fed ass
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag
Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money, call that cash nigga
And it's, party time, excellent, Wayne's
Party time, excellent, Wayne's
I'll prolly fuck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, World