Luyện nghe bài hát Still Waiting

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

1: Royce da 5'9"]
I'm still waiting on you niggas to me
Lately, I've been like retiring, UBSing
I take a pull the Romeo y Julieta
Like if ain't leveling, hiring, UPSes
I'm challenging niggas to move the needle
If not, fuck it, I made enough, it's cool with me
The way to have your pimping in doubt
Is to let the hibachi chef throw a shrimp in yo'
That's a flag like crips in the house, fag like a dick in the spout
Past life itchin' just to out
All of y'all just be telling lies
exciting thing y'all can do is jump out the closet yelling "Surprise!"
I'm a of Funkadelic and Parliament
I blow the roof off and make all you chicks suck my dick
I give you niggas a Mardi Gras full of martyrs to with
It's apparent, I slaughter you and guardian
So your muscle I make a doctor open him up
And button him looking like a wearing a Cardigan
Now, who the fuck it? Now of you who got [?]
Who the fuck want it, I got the scolio
Y'all niggas be wanting too much dough, slow your
I don't know how much I'll ya, I'm not OVO
Woah, for those who try to live the rough
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 a nigga to Timbuktu
I got a drum, I'll a nigga ten bucks too
The outcome of playing big bank to little bank me
Will prolly be a thousand in ten bucks too
Uh, lonely savage on the mollies acting like your life is violent
I'm catapulting bodies, catching 'em like a
Try to me, my ETA is a major scene
And it will be the day, it be the GTA "wasted" screen

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 still on you, you, you
Taking it back just that

[Verse 2: Nick
I tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout who flex the
All these funny niggas with cloudy at these award shows
Was never rich, but gems to poor souls
Tap a model, she [?] in morse codes
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, spitting on cam, 'em
But I'm just me, I never claim to be the
gotta tell fake dope stories for you to love 'em
Blood rushing like I rush in, it's hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin used to tease me, call me crack
Tell 'em changed, still dope, baby
Lately, I ain't for the monkey
Shooters with clips, dumping 'em
'em slipping and peel 'em up at the family function and
Tell me who I'm up against, I run shit
Nigga, the only could kill a legend is a double dish
Ride on 'em, me and Nickel on-a ya
You know I snuck the thing in this bitch just like a
Pay no mind, it's no biggy, but I'm warning ya
The way I ball gon' make a corner ya
the coroners "come", baby, there's been a murder
Never was underrated, nigga, I'm of
You outta line like you ain't got a drive
Fuck around and clash with niggas you idolized
Bottom line, I'm a man with a lot of
Got my mama's
the ghetto, I'm traumatized, where I lie confined
As I my demons ménage screaming "I'm alive"
Life is a freak, I put faith is this mama lie
I just on the dotted line
It's for rappers who look like they get sodomized, you time

Just that, that, that, that

[Verse 3:
I'm poisonous pesticide, wide nostrils
Hostile aside, it's the chainsaw massacre
Texas side in a Lexus fried donots
As if I grabbed the with it for breakfast
This shit I it make you ball up your fist to fight and
off on a nigga, make him think he missed a flight
So you shouldn't me then, I can trade lines with Scorpion
Or pretend I'm not Kevorkian, just his twin
And I ain't got a lock when I'm the door key in
Cause I got in the bag like apartment 4B when
was a hustler who later wrote about it on the intro
To In My Lifetime, and you's a
Not accustomed to how I'm on the cusp of
And at the top of the chain, I could hump the waitress and
How you do these I'm truly vicious
I know you wish my sucked and Death blew me kisses
But I'm extra to the Testarossa
The best, supposed to make you sick to your stomach till you an ulcer
You my reputation, who in yo' camp wanna step to Jason?
A sick disease that cut into you six degrees of separation
find it's more lines in this rhyme than a brick of ki's
That any crime unit would be to seize
some high rollers who are thick as thieves
Who love the top dog and how he flick his
And I could give you food for before fricassee's
Or I can just rub you out like two knees
They rather see me chatching charges
of Jamaica in the spot on my third massage
Living the life that's in of a narration
Give me the spotlight, you can the interrogation
At the sheriff
And I if you tryna play the don
Think before you dive in waters with a megalodon