Luyện nghe bài hát Respect Us

[Lil'
What what
What what
what what
Listen,
When.. I through.. bustin'
Everybody on.. tha block be..
Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I.. be..
Got.. them.. things.. ten up, keep..
Catch me at tha shop, I will.. be..
And my stay low, I keep.. it.. there
And if you want it raw, I got.. it.. right..
And if you war, I am.. your.. nigh-tmare
This is all I know, bang bang
I hustle and slang
My block.. I hang
Who am I? Wayne, man
I CMB
My cell is ten in
I get in beef
Was taught that him or me
I pop head-bustas
I here for my brick
I that, I'ma (?)
My here (????)
I always.. in black
And always.. gats
Your girly's.. fuckin'
Now how you... lovin'

Juvenile (repeat 2X)

Hot Boys wodie, us
Representin' Team Re-cords
warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you scared, they blow, your sets up

Wayne]
Listen,
I give it to 'em how ask me
Raw and
Tha AK, I it
Believe I'm that action
Slash a like a fraction
I'm on yolla
Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve my shoulder
Ride on your block, I see a of weak jerks
Now it's for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts
For half-a brick
I'll blast tha
And I ain't gon' stop 'til I jam tha clip
Yeah, I'm a creeper, what
But about ta get ugly
Ya'll call people up
I'm about ta start my sawed-off between your guts
Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) people up
Ya'll betta
it get real, they hide from me
But, all them 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it
Man, I'm thuggin' tha day I.. I die, cousin
Wee.. let 'em burn, bring tha fire truck in... (whoooo!)

(Chorus 2x)

Nigga, let it be
come blow up your home
Take a few blunts to tha
And.. up alone
me and my.. flame-torch
Wayne start..
Walked with my head down a stranger, and banged ya
Burnin' off Hennesy
Some-a be feminine
in with a twitch
Leave 'em out a ditch
God damn... son of a shhh!.. speak
I that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give 'em heat
Your cheese, I got.. ta.. get..
I'm goin' all out, no matter what.. it..
I.. was.. raised.. up on.. that..
Kill-for-the-scrill was.. in.. my..
M1's and keep.. tha.. block.. hot
Sell wrong to keep.. my.. glock.. hot
add taxes to.. my.. price, man
And if a boy play, I ride.. at.. night, man
What!

(Chorus 3x)

Uh, uh, uh
Say Weezy
You did this one here, ya me
They ain't gon' get weared out from this one
like they said, boy
In tha year 2000, all about Wayne
It's chrome, man, run that thang
17th ward to tha 3rd ward
Do that
Huh, huh, huh, huh