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 broads on my Johnson like Betsey
Got a card in my wallet, blacker than that Wesley
Life is a bitch, my bitch is sexy
First I'm on the jet, and I'm on the jet ski
I these female dogs heel, like Giuseppe's
Man you be shit, and I be poppin' off
I'm of alcohol, like a cotton ball
I just pick em' up and Mr. G just em' off
I serve these ho's, Mr.
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 money on trees
Fuck me wrong, I send your head to your momma
bed nigga, where the fuck is your pyjamas
Blood all day, period, no
tyin' to watch, but I'm timeless

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

2: Lil Wayne]
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 with arguing
Leave a nigga' lieakin', if you scared go see the
Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets speakin'
Got a bunch of tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls graffiti
You's a dead bread, you're a fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red nigga
Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money, call dead cash nigga
And it's, time, excellent, Wayne's World
Party time, excellent, World
Tonight I'll prolly fuck another girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne's