Luyện nghe bài hát Save the Trilldren

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

Big face hundreds, I'm Tyra Banks
Moving dust for the bread, who powder cake
She say "Meet me at the altar," wait I gotta
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 what's up
is paradise, I live a weary life
I want my style back, cause you wear it right
This .40 cal with me, I'm on a dairy
A diamond in the rough, I to Jared, right?

Throwing in trunks, know they ain't sparing life
Man these too pussy, they like a pair of dykes
Yikes, bumping Baker
in my seat while she doming me and proceed to taste it

My nigga hit me bout a lick, I 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 ghetto like Nana pudding, vanilla
I'm from the where everyday is like Revelations

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

Nigga I'm through life, this shit is Talladega
Check the playa, we running up this paper
Boy been a blowout, I feel like Davis
on the coupe, flames under spoon

All you new niggas looking like on the loose
I'm quick to spot a op like a on a suit
My is under construction like trees on a booth
This shit is over, tell a fat sing the blues
Lay you under a stone for trying to get the scoop

I'm the truth nigga, this is Mona Lisa
I burn this shit like cardio, promise you I'mma her
Kidnap the princess, Mario hide diva
Kicking shit around these parts, they you for ya sneakers
Every is murder shit, how is this not illegal
Going on you fucks, she fondle me while I'm sleeping

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

Ain't acting out in church, but I keep the thumper
one taking life, just know I weave the punches
Ok, I want the numbers, but I don't the numbers
I keep it funky with my like I'm eating Funyuns
Leave the jungle just to and feed the jungle
And the children, nigga