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 fake niggas
Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an day, nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi su casa
My choppa go doom thahehahehahehahya

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I sleep on a crucifix, I wake up crank and turn into a
Then shoot my bitch behind orange juice and
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I to kill
These pussy shooting bricks, I'm too for real
head just a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm bumping 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 have to they 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 gon' wanna 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
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, that
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 bitch you in love with, she for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that blunt 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, served and released
But this agent ain't free, word, the word on these streets
But shit is old news, that shit 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, don't me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock and shoot at ya flees
Money long, tree trunk, now stand me, catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
You a dead
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse
We doing usual shit, she gonna need lube for
Cause' stick 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 these are events, lord
I'll kill a nigga right now, put a nigga lights out
Then put his in a ice box with holes in his body like socks
These softer than, these niggas 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 only live twice,
And motherfuck you if you fight
I'm from a place where the high crime like Iran
We put yo ass on nightline, I'm on the grass a python
These niggas at me, these niggas looking at me sideways
That's because on the sideline, but they never try mine
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 know Tha 5 the shit, woah"