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 they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do (for real!)
Motherfuckers 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, those is for
Kush in my cigar, and in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you what it is
I'm sittin on the that clack
Comin' candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman
And we do it for the pimps are holding back, let's go!

Look who in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye and Em
Track record, back to the Essence
adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for and you die fast
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Rov'
on my body like an art exhibit
I did real for a project nigga
Was a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in compartments
I was real young youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll louder than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight that my ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off King Henry the VIII
to ya neck bitch
I'm a king in thing, don't be dumb
Been in this shit '91
Niggas can't fuck the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
Calm now, was a dude
cowards and made power moves
Watched Wild seen lions devour food
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like songs with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas or like my nigga Drake say
"We got time to respond to niggas"

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

Rhymes]
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my rating levels are
Anything said than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you 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 got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they nominated a to come and
everything now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be on everything
And make it like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake em I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and 'em to another place
no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im (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 here for, you apostrophe
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, for giving us a whole 'nother classic with tha Carter IV