Luyện nghe bài hát Sh!t (Remix)

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

Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, 40 for them fake niggas
Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an day, nigga
Bad in mi casa, no mi casa su casa
My choppa go doom dada

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
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
These pussy shooting bricks, I'm too for real
Your head 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 cause' it out yet
She said soon as these niggas 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 her do she go both ways
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk to me
Treat that like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet
knees in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving these
Sell birds to the bees, I sell to the trees
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm to dreams
I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a on these streets since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just 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 and released
But this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these
But that is old news, that shit is so yesterweek
I'm just focused, on my expertise
They like "Tunechi, you good," I'm "bob yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, don't me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I back and shoot at ya flees
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
You a dead
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the moon
We doing usual shit, she need lube for this
Cause' I'mma stick it in her maximus
We at the top of the world, she the view and shit
From up here everybody the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But are true events, lord
I'll a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
put his body in a ice box with holes in his body like socks
These niggas softer than, these niggas softer then
So my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my self, you only live twice, slime
And you if you fight crime
I'm from a place the high crime rate like Iran
We put yo ass on nightline, I'm on the like a python
niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but they never try
like I'm sipping cyanide while my bitch sip on mai tai
But she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she "don't be sorry"
Then she "don't apologize for shit cause' you the shit
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"