Luyện nghe bài hát Save the Trilldren

going!
Uh, mind business, bitch get out the way
That nigga like God is great, I gotta say
They down boy, I pull the flowers out the vase
You either frowning at or smiling at your wake

Big face hundreds, I'm Tyra Banks
Moving dust for the bread, who ordered cake
She say "Meet me at the altar," wait I change
She tryna me the light, we share a common pain
Uh, she love me, but baby what would you do for

Flow tight as a groupie hug, you knew up
This is paradise, I live a life
I want my style back, you don't wear it right
.40 cal with me, I'm on a dairy diet
A in the rough, I went to Jared, right?

Throwing bodies in trunks, know they ain't sparing
Man these nigga too pussy, they like a of dykes
Yikes, Anita Baker
Slumped in my seat while she doming me and to taste it

My nigga hit me a lick, I told him "Keep it tasteful"
Aye, they was blunt a nigga, now they need the vapors
I got the feature from Khaled, shit I'm forever
I'm in the like Nana pudding, vanilla wafers
I'm from the ghetto where is like Revelations

I represent for them niggas dreaming never made it
Aye yo, they saying we got next though, go tell the
Peep how I chef this shit up, go set the table
did us dirty, we paid them back - that's reparations

Nigga I'm speeding through life, this is Talladega
Check the scoreboard playa, we running up this
Boy been a blowout, I feel Angie Davis
Wings on the coupe, flames under

All you new niggas looking like fiends on the
I'm to spot a op like a stain on a suit
My life is under like trees on a booth
This shit is over, a fat lady sing the blues
Lay you under a cold stone for to get the scoop

I'm the truth nigga, is audio Mona Lisa
I burn this shit like cardio, you I'mma freak her
Kidnap the princess, hide your diva
Kicking shit around these parts, robbing you for ya sneakers
line is murder shit, how is this not illegal
Going dead on you fucks, she fondle me while I'm

Shit, I'm off the deep end, uh, no I don't seek
Cause all that that you talking bout is beneath him
alright, bumping that Stevie Wonder
People take heed my hunger, the illest in genre
Ain't talking to momma, so ain't no need to mumble

acting out in church, but still I keep the thumper
Only one taking life, just I weave the punches
Ok, I want the numbers, but I need the numbers
I keep it funky with my circle I'm eating Funyuns
Leave the jungle just to comeback and feed the
And the children, nigga