Luyện nghe bài hát Save the Trilldren

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

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

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

Throwing bodies in trunks, know they sparing life
Man these too pussy, they like a pair of dykes
Yikes, bumping Baker
Slumped in my seat while she doming me and to taste it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 don't the numbers
I keep it funky with my circle I'm eating Funyuns
Leave the jungle just to and feed the jungle
And the children, nigga