Luyện nghe bài hát Outro

Yeah, when I in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you knew that
Live from the state where chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do (for real!)
need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you
Deeper in the quicksand, with no fix, man
No tricks, man, is for kids
Kush in my cigar, and in the crib
Drank, and the 20 froze in the fridge
You fuckin' PA so you know what it is
I'm on the fours that clack
Comin' down candy in the golden
We gettin' to the money like it's Sachs
And we do it for the pimps are holding back, let's go!

Look who crept in with automatic
Reppin' QB till the of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye and Em
record, goes back to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm like gas from a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for and you die fast
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain
Cocaine Range Rov'
Tats on my body an art exhibit
I did real good for a nigga
Was a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car strippers
in compartments hidden
I was real young little youth, a novice
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are
That'll bust louder than the noise that I just
Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin',
Chop heads off like King the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in this thing, don't be
in this shit since '91
Niggas can't fuck with the I use
Your fate is sealed, no Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied cowards and made power
Watched Wild Planet lions devour food
You can say that's how I
A nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
There go my nigga
Let them hate or like my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got time to to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the
Poverty and desperation made me I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over
Word to Poppa, gang, five
Its that gang five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint fight
They actin' like they aint gon' die until I let them fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from to Larry Hoover Chi
and heroine, its no place for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, its the green we want
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being my rating levels are unreachable
Anything other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he again!"
See now nominated a nigga to come and
Flatten everything now let me it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be on everything
And make it complicated like a constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake em when I
And 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, aint no of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation Im done (DAMN!)
You see I National Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more cats curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now enough of that, see now Im out the
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole classic with tha Carter IV