Luyện nghe bài hát So Many Things

[Verse 1: Waka Flame]
She don't liquor, she just want wine
She my kind: long hair, fat behind
say we're intertwined, we belong together
In the throwing money up, changing weather
G's on my sweater, all I get is
go-getters: Waka Flocka and 2 Timez
Gucci - sup, I to the Haitians
Waddup Luchi. Free my Zoe
40K for a show. what I preach
Shawty Mane that's all I
Triple cup styrofoam's got me walking
I'm on reefer, me Gucci and Wiz Khalifa

Gucci Mane]
Smoking on reefer, make a out
And her. Comment trough a speaker
Grind in my
Cause I got a
Send em like it ain't a leak-a
I practice what I
If you got a game, I could teach ya

[Verse 2: Gucci
I got a murder now for the tracks I murdered
Like a nigga turned around, I'm going back to
Got a smirk on my face I smoke the purp
Gucci boy, now they doing a
And I ain't been lame, but your dame
Cause you should be ashamed how off the chain
I'm insane in the brain like Saddam
I got a brink of extra change of this extra
It's crazy, Dwayne just strange
Me and Waka Flame on a private plane
2 bad ass bitches, bout to run a train
Like an organ donor, baby the brain

[Hook: Mane]
on reefer, make a bitch out
And leave her. [?]
Grind in my
I got a fleet-a
Send em work it ain't a leak-a
I practice I preach-a
If you ain't got a game, I teach ya