Luyện nghe bài hát Sh!t (Remix)

I'm so sorry, so
This, this Sorry 4 The Wait 2, and I'm so sorry

Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for them fake
Throw a party everyday, nigga, an ordinary day, nigga
Bad in mi casa, no mi casa su casa
My go doom dada thahehahehahehahya

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Tunechi, bitch, on my future shit, I'm too
I sleep on a crucifix, I wake up crank and into a lunatic
shoot my bitch behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
pussy niggas shooting bricks, I'm too for real
Your just a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as hell it ain't out yet
She said as these niggas hear your new shit
They going to give they styles back
I said "you too crazy", she "you too humble"
I "you too bae", she said "you too sweet"
Then I asked her do she go both
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot
Put my dick in museum, I'm die on my feet
knees in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm serving these fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I sell to the trees
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm to dreams
I twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm like you heard what you see
I'm a disease, I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on these streets my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm stirring the grease
That bitch you in with, she working for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace,
I smirk when I screech, smart, street smart
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my time in Money, time served and released
But this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these
But that shit is old news, that is so yesterweek
I'm just focused, focused on my
They like "Tunechi, you good," I'm "bob yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock back and at ya flees
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but what you heard
You a dead
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the moon
We usual shit, she gonna need lube for this
Cause' I'mma stick it in her maximus
We at the top of the world, she like the and shit
From up here look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a script But these are true events, lord
I'll kill a right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his body like
These niggas softer than, these softer then nylon
So my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you live twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm from a where the high crime rate like Iran
We put yo ass on nightline, I'm on the grass like a
niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but they never try
Spittin' like I'm cyanide while my bitch sip on mai tai
But she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she "don't be sorry"
Then she said "don't apologize for cause' you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"