Luyện nghe bài hát Sexy

Soon as I pull up out the way
With a bad bitch bout 5'8
my way
Where I
Nigga I
Cause I
Like Stevie
Tryna a million
Niggas showin when I leave the building
Sold out shows at pavillion
Probably with bitch if shes appealin
My car in the house, why I the ceilin?
If she at the crib, then he is
Run up on me then the heat is
Why you mad nigga you can barley feed your
If that's girl why is she revealin
Her feelins
By be and
dick in her
Then fix
Id put my log in
But I hit inner?
What's wrong, use the brotha that be the big
Pussy nigga, you should go and switch
You a female, I get weed mail, got so much I need 3 scales
Tell ya I go and get detail?
Then hit Houston's I eat
But I gotta with the 45,
don't like me and I don't know why...

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

lookin,
Police they cookin
I sell it but I
If I was rich, trust me I
I'm not a beater, but Keisha is who I'm pushin
Sold a pounds, only one of them was tookin
If I see em then I'm bookin, I got a show in Brooklyn
Found some and some Kush'n
And a pistol in the glove department with a loaded cartiridge
For cowards that's
If they paid me a million to be you for a hour I
I'm just a boy in the hood, who got that Goodin'
I it for the five even though they said I couldn't
They call me Mr. Tax-the-block, first not 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 like mechanics, you see how fast they jack a car
try to tap my phone, so I threw my celly out
And when I leave the crib mad, can somebody tell me
haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways,
Them haters at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters at me...

Suckers so they screw face
I'm high to def, no ray
I'm shy as no lupe
I'm cox, I'm two brave
around in my new shades
Clock two tres, for my
All my bullets fly with tips, just 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 go to college
And I don't own a
I was on the
I'm on the pilot
Like a DVD, when I feed the
My songs is like Eazy-E,
Now you mad cause girl wanna be with me
And you know I'm a bang her like a beat
I can see you hatin, you need to speak
You can have her back, I the freak
a little nigga even get a chance to reach his peak

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

lookin...