Luyện nghe bài hát Sexy

Soon as I pull up out the way
With a bad standin bout 5'8
my way
Where I
Nigga I
I skate
Like Stevie
Tryna reach a
showin love when I leave the building
Sold out shows at pavillion
Probably your 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 feed your children
If your girl why is she revealin
Her deeper
By be and
dick in her
Then fix
Id put my log in
But I hit inner?
What's wrong, use the brotha be the big spender
nigga, you should go and switch genders
You a female, I get weed mail, got so much work I 3 scales
ya what I go and get detail?
Then hit I eat well
But I gotta ride the 45,
They like me and I don't know why...

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

lookin,
Police think they
I it but I shouldn't
If I was rich, trust me I
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
Found powder and some Kush'n
And a pistol in the glove department with a loaded cartiridge
For cowards woofin?
If they paid me a to be you for a hour I wouldn't
I'm a boy in the hood, who got that Cuban Goodin'
I sold it for the five though they said I couldn't
They me Mr. Tax-the-block, first not cause I rap a lot
I see that I can rap a burn way faster than I rap a
Plus this on my hip force a nigga to have to hop
My like mechanics, you should see how fast they jack a car
They try to tap my phone, so I threw my 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 lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them lookin at me...

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

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

lookin...