Luyện nghe bài hát Still Waiting

I'm still on you
Yes, I'm
I'm waiting on you
Yes, I'm
I'm still on you
Yes, I'm
I'm waiting on you, you, you
Taking it back like that

1: Royce da 5'9"]
I'm waiting on you niggas to inspire me
Lately, I've been feeling like retiring,
I take a pull the Romeo y Julieta
Like if niggas leveling, hiring, UPSes
I'm y'all niggas to move the needle
If not, fuck it, I made enough, it's cool me though
The way to have your pimping in doubt
Is to let the hibachi throw a shrimp in yo' mouth
That's a flag like it's crips in the house, fag a dick in the spout
Past itchin' just to come out
All of y'all be telling them lies
Most exciting thing y'all can do is jump out the closet "Surprise!"
I'm a product of Funkadelic and
I blow the off and make all you chicks suck my doggy dick
I give you a Mardi Gras full of martyrs to party with
It's apparent, I you and your guardian
So tell your muscle I make a doctor him up
And button him looking like a skeleton a Cardigan
Now, who the want it? Now of you who got [?]
Who the want it, bro? I got the scolio
Y'all niggas be wanting too much dough, slow your
I don't know how I'll loan ya, I'm not OVO
Woah, for those who try to live the life
through your clothes, slugs ripping through your cashmere
Give a nigga a buck 50 like I'm the
us left for the beef, resting in peace, you tough, right?
I'll punch a to Timbuktu
I got a drum, front a nigga ten bucks too
The outcome of playing big to little bank with me
Will prolly be a hundred in ten bucks too
Uh, y'all lonely savage on the mollies acting your life is violent
I'm catapulting bodies, catching 'em a virus
Try to me, my ETA is a major scene
And it be the day, it will be the GTA "wasted" screen

I'm waiting on you
Yes, I'm
I'm still on you
Yes, I'm
I'm waiting on you
Yes, I'm
I'm still on you, you, you
Taking it back like that

[Verse 2: Nick
I could tell by dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout who flex the
All these funny with cloudy jewelry at these award shows
Was never rich, but dropping gems to poor
Tap a super model, she [?] in morse
Screaming with my in her box, it ain't a Vogue pose
favorite, a public enemy, love my women in all flavors
If I it, we all made it
'Pac reincarnated, on cam, fuck 'em
But I'm me, I never claim to be the toughest
Ain't gotta tell fake dope stories for you to 'em
Blood rushing like when I rush in, hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin used to tease me, call me baby
'em nothing changed, still dope, baby
Lately, I for the monkey shit
Shooters banana clips, dumping 'em
Catching 'em slipping and 'em up at the family function and
me who I'm up against, I run this shit
Nigga, the thing could kill a legend is a double dish
on 'em, me and Nickel Nine on-a ya
You know I snuck the in this bitch just like a foreigner
Pay no mind, it's no biggy, but shit I'm ya
The way I ball gon' make a nigga ya
the coroners "come", baby, there's been a murder
Never was underrated, nigga, I'm of
You line like you ain't got a lotta drive
Fuck around and clash with some niggas you
Bottom line, I'm a man with a lot of
Got my eyes
From the ghetto, I'm traumatized, I lie confined
As I watch my ménage screaming "I'm alive"
Life is a freak, I put faith is this lady lie
I just on the dotted line
It's for rappers who like they get sodomized, you outta time

Just like that, that, that,

[Verse 3:
I'm poisonous pesticide, wide nostrils
Hostile aside, it's the chainsaw massacre
Texas side in a Lexus fried doing
As if I the coffee with it for breakfast
This I write it make you ball up your fist to fight and
Take off on a nigga, him think he missed a flight
So you shouldn't ignore me then, I can lines with Scorpion
Or pretend I'm not Kevorkian, just his twin
And I ain't got a when I'm sticking the door key in
Cause I got this in the bag like 4B when
Jigga was a who later wrote about it on the intro
To In My Lifetime, and a customer
Not to how I'm on the cusp of greatness
And at the top of the food chain, I hump the waitress and
How you do dishes? I'm truly vicious
I know you wish my life sucked and blew me kisses
But I'm extra closer to the
The best, to make you sick to your stomach till you possess an ulcer
You know my reputation, who in yo' wanna step to Jason?
A sick disease cut into you like six degrees of separation
You'll find it's more lines in this rhyme a brick of ki's
That any unit would be quick to seize
From high rollers who are thick as thieves
Who love the top dog and how he his fleas
And I could you food for thought before fricassee's
Or I can rub you out like two crickets' knees
They rather see me chatching murder
'stead of Jamaica in the spot on my massage
Living the life in need of a narration
Give me the spotlight, you can keep the
At the sheriff
And I swear if you play the don
Think before you dive in murky waters with a