Luyện nghe bài hát Sexy

Soon as I up out the drive way
With a bad bitch standin 5'8
my way
Where I
Nigga I
Cause I
Stevie Williams
Tryna a million
Niggas showin love when I leave the
Sold out shows at pavillion
Probably with your bitch if appealin
My car in the house, why I the ceilin?
If she at the crib, he is drillin
Run up on me then the is spillin
Why you mad you can barley feed your children
If that's girl why is she revealin
Her deeper
By be and
dick in her
Then fix
Id put my log in
But I don't hit
What's wrong, use the brotha that be the big
Pussy nigga, you should go and genders
You a female, I get weed mail, got so much work I 3 scales
Tell ya what I go and get
hit Houston's I eat well
But I ride with the 45,
They don't me and I don't know why...

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways,
Them haters at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways,
Them haters at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters at me...

lookin,
Police think cookin
I sell it but I
If I was rich, me I wouldn't
I'm not a beater, but Keisha is who I'm pushin
a hundred pounds, only one of them was tookin
If I see em I'm bookin, like I got a show in Brooklyn
some powder and some Kush'n
And a in the glove department with a loaded fuckin cartiridge
For cowards woofin?
If they paid me a million to be you for a I wouldn't
I'm just a boy in the hood, who got that Goodin'
I sold it for the five though they said I couldn't
They call me Mr. Tax-the-block, not cause I rap a lot
I see I can rap a burn way faster than I rap a block?
Plus this thing on my hip force a nigga to to hop
My partners mechanics, you should see how fast they jack a car
They try to tap my phone, so I my celly out
And when I leave the mad, can somebody tell me why?
haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways,
Them lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
haters lookin at me...

Suckers hate so screw face
I'm high to def, no ray
I'm shy as hell no
I'm cox, I'm two brave
Ride in my new shades
two tres, for my crusade
All my fly with tips, just like T, I do clay
I'm on the way to the UK
do say I'm the new Jay
I'm so polished, low
I'm a Freshman, but I don't go to
And I own a stylus
I was on the
I'm on the pilot
Like a DVD, when I the streets
My songs is burnin Eazy-E,
Now you mad your girl wanna be with me
And you know I'm a bang her like a beat
I can see you hatin, you don't need to
You can have her back, I the freak
Before a little nigga even get a chance to his peak

Them haters at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters at me...

lookin...