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
a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, nigga
Bad in mi casa, no mi casa su casa
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 behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I another uzi clip, I shoot to kill
pussy niggas shooting bricks, I'm too for real
Your head just a
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My mad as hell cause' it ain't out yet
She said soon as these hear your new shit
They going have to they styles back
I said "you too crazy", she "you too humble"
I said "you too bae", she "you too sweet"
I asked her do she go both ways
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", talk dirty, dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that girl like cuisine, she wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt, dirt on my knees
I'm just serving these
birds 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 I'm saying like you heard what you see
I'm a disease, I'm allergic to me
a turd on these streets since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the
That bitch you in with, she working for me
I personally get you murdered this
Like blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace, word
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 free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, that shit is so
I'm just focused, on my expertise
like "Tunechi, you good," I'm like "bob yessiree"
Now don't, I don't, don't question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock back and shoot at ya
Money long, trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves
I no guarantees, but repeat what you heard
You a dead
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the moon
We usual shit, she gonna need lube for this
Cause' I'mma it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the and shit
From up here everybody look the
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But are true events, lord
I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a lights out
Then put his body in a ice box with in his body like socks
These niggas softer than, niggas softer then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I it taste like cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you live twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you fight
I'm from a place the high crime rate like Iran
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 sipping 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 know Tha 5 the shit, woah"