Luyện nghe bài hát Original Silence

I'm so
Mac!
Lil Tunechi in this bitch, tell ho's I'm ready
nigga's pissed 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 card in my wallet, blacker than that nigga
Life is a bitch, my bitch is sexy
I'm on the jet, and then I'm on the jet ski
I make these female dogs heel, Giuseppe's
Man you be poppin' shit, and I be off
I'm full of alcohol, like a ball
I just pick em' up and Mr. G just em' off
I serve ho's, Mr. Volleyball
Spikes on my shoes, the Lou B's
I'm on my P's and Q's, QP's
Nigga I'm chillin, a cool breeze
I build a tree house, if grow on trees
Fuck with me wrong, I your head to your momma
Death bed nigga, where the fuck is pyjamas
all day, period, no commas
Everybody to watch, but I'm timeless

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

[Verse 2: Lil
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in 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
meaner than the warden
Pow pow pow, I ain't with
a nigga' lieakin', if you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun, but bullets still speakin'
Got a bunch of tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her like graffiti
You's a dead bread, you're a fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, red flag nigga
Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money, that dead cash nigga
And it's, time, excellent, Wayne's World
Party time, excellent, World
Tonight I'll prolly fuck nigga girl
Party time, excellent, World