Luyện nghe bài hát Sexy

Soon as I up out the drive way
a bad bitch standin bout 5'8
my way
Where I
Nigga I
I skate
Like Stevie
Tryna reach a
Niggas showin love when I the building
Sold out shows at east
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 barley your children
If that's your why is she revealin
Her deeper
By be and
This in her
Then fix
Id put my log in
But I hit inner?
What's wrong, use the brotha be the big spender
Pussy nigga, you should go and genders
You a female, I get weed mail, got so work I need 3 scales
Tell ya what I go and get
Then hit Houston's I eat
But I ride with the 45,
They don't like me and I don't why...

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

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

Suckers so they screw face
I'm high to def, no 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, just like T, I do
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 cause girl wanna be with me
And you know I'm a her like a Jeezy beat
I can see you hatin, you need to speak
You can her back, I don't the freak
a little nigga even get a chance to reach his peak

Them haters 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...

lookin...