Luyện nghe bài hát Sh!t (Remix)

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

Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for fake niggas
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 turn into a
Then shoot my bitch behind orange and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
These pussy shooting bricks, I'm too for real
head just a souvenir
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 niggas hear new shit
They going have to give styles back
I said "you too crazy", she "you too humble"
I "you too bae", she said "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, dirty to me
Treat that girl cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my
Never in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving these
birds to the bees, I sell birds 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 like you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a on these streets since my curtains 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 week
Like blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I smirk when I screech, trigga smart, street
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 shit is old news, shit is so yesterweek
I'm focused, focused on my expertise
They like "Tunechi, you good," I'm "bob yessiree"
Now don't, I don't, don't question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I back and shoot at ya flees
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these
I guarantee no guarantees, but what you heard
You a dead
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse
We doing usual shit, she gonna need lube for
I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she the view and shit
From up everybody look the puniest
The got her all exuberant, she doing lines like 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 softer than, these niggas 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 live twice,
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm from a place where the high crime rate Iran
We put yo ass on nightline, I'm on the grass a python
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 sipping cyanide my bitch sip on mai tai
But she fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry"
she said "don't apologize for shit cause' you the shit
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"