Luyện nghe bài hát Outro

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

Look who in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical like Kanye West and Em
Track record, goes to the Essence
Smack 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
16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Rov'
Tats on my body an art exhibit
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's
Fat in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments
I was real young little youth, a nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll louder than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like King the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in thing, don't be dumb
Been in this since '91
Niggas can't fuck the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Klum
now, was a wylin' dude
Studied and made power moves
Wild Planet seen lions devour food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't like doing songs with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
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 in the street
and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with poppers 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 aint 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 Watts to Larry Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, its the green that we
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my rating are unreachable
Anything said other than should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer me, unfeasible!
ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now nominated a nigga to come and
Flatten everything now let me it, nigga run
And they be that I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated like a constipated with a gun
I gotta it what they want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another
Aint no fakin, aint no kind of how I be breakin'
Up everything and be a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now enough of that, see now Im out the
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic tha Carter IV