Luyện nghe bài hát Sh!t (Remix)

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

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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my future shit, I'm too
I sleep on a crucifix, I up crank and turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch behind 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 get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as hell cause' it out yet
She said soon as these hear your new shit
They going have to give styles back
I "you too crazy", she said "you too humble"
I said "you too bae", she "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 wanna shoot scenes
Put my in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet
Never in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just these fiends
Sell to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, pink
Yeah, you see what I'm like you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a turd on these streets since my was sheets
on these beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you murdered this
that blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I smirk I screech, trigga smart, street smart
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my time in Cash Money, time served and
But this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on streets
But that is old news, that shit is so yesterweek
I'm focused, focused on my expertise
like "Tunechi, you good," I'm like "bob yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I back and shoot at ya flees
Money long, tree trunk, now under me, catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but what you heard
You a dead
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the eclipse
We doing usual shit, she gonna need lube for
Cause' I'mma it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she the view and shit
up here everybody look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines a movie script But these are true events, lord
I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga out
Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his body socks
These niggas than, these niggas softer then nylon
So keep my out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm from a place where the high crime rate like
We put yo ass on nightline, I'm on the grass a python
These niggas looking at me, these 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 shit cause' you the
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"