Luyện nghe bài hát Outro

Yeah, I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew
Live from the state where they chop it and screw
You hatin' on the OG, where they 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, go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you what it is
I'm sittin on the fours clack
Comin' down candy in the 'Lac
We to the money like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are back, let's go!

Look who crept in with automatic
Reppin' QB till the of him
nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record, goes to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm nasty like gas a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the same
Since 16 I ain't a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine Range Rov'
Tats on my body an art exhibit
I did real for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in compartments
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise I just spit
Let's get one thing straight my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop off like King Henry the VIII
to ya neck bitch
I'm a king in this thing, be dumb
in this shit since '91
Niggas can't fuck the style I use
Your is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a dude
Studied and made power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen devour food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate or like my nigga say
"We ain't got to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that in the street
Poverty and made 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' over
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
Its that Blood gang five, but 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, Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no place for a
Put in our heart, its the green that we want
Cash is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever 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 now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be that I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, 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 cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now enough of that, see now Im out the
Tunechi, thanks for us a whole 'nother classic with tha Carter IV