Luyện nghe bài hát Still Waiting

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

[Verse 1: da 5'9"]
I'm waiting on you niggas to inspire me
Lately, I've been feeling like retiring,
I take a from the Romeo y Julieta
Like if niggas ain't leveling, hiring,
I'm challenging niggas to move the needle
If not, fuck it, I made enough, it's cool me though
The quickest way to your pimping in doubt
Is to let the hibachi chef throw a shrimp in yo'
That's a flag like it's crips in the house, fag a dick in the spout
Past life itchin' just to out
All of y'all be telling them lies
Most exciting thing can do is jump out the closet yelling "Surprise!"
I'm a product of and Parliament
I blow the roof off and make all you chicks suck my doggy
I give you niggas a Mardi Gras full of to party with
It's apparent, I slaughter you and guardian
So tell your muscle I a doctor open him up
And button him looking like a wearing 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 dough, slow your roll
I don't know how much I'll ya, I'm not OVO
Woah, for those who try to live the rough
Pistol your clothes, slugs ripping through your cashmere
a nigga a buck 50 like I'm the cashier
Leave us for the beef, resting in peace, you tough, right?
punch a nigga to Timbuktu
I got a drum, I'll front a nigga ten too
The outcome of playing big bank to little bank me
Will prolly be a thousand in ten bucks too
Uh, y'all lonely savage on the mollies acting like your life is
I'm catapulting bodies, 'em like a virus
Try to violate me, my ETA is a 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 still on you
Yes, I'm
I'm waiting on you, you, you
Taking it back like that

2: Nick Grant]
I could by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout who flex the
All these funny niggas cloudy jewelry at these award shows
Was rich, but dropping gems to poor souls
Tap a model, she [?] in morse codes
Screaming with my head in her box, it a Vogue pose
God's favorite, a enemy, love my women in all flavors
If I it, we all made it
'Pac reincarnated, on cam, fuck 'em
But I'm just me, I never to be the toughest
Ain't gotta tell fake stories for you to love 'em
Blood like when I rush in, it's hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin used to me, call me crack baby
'em nothing changed, still dope, baby
Lately, I ain't for the monkey
with banana clips, dumping 'em
Catching 'em slipping and peel 'em up at the function and
me who I'm up against, I run this shit
Nigga, the only thing could a legend is a double dish
Ride on 'em, me and Nickel 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 gon' make a nigga corner ya
Tell the coroners "come", baby, there's been a
Never was underrated, nigga, I'm of
You outta line you ain't got a lotta drive
around and clash with some niggas you idolized
Bottom line, I'm a man a lot of pride
Got my eyes
From the ghetto, I'm traumatized, I lie confined
As I watch my demons 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 infects aside, the chainsaw massacre
side in a Lexus fried doing donots
As if I grabbed the coffee with it for
This shit I write it make you ball up fist to fight and
Take off on a nigga, make him think he a flight
So you shouldn't ignore me then, I can trade lines with
Or I'm not Kevorkian, just his dorky twin
And I ain't got a lock I'm sticking the door key in
Cause I got this in the bag like 4B when
Jigga was a hustler who later wrote about it on the
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 dishes? I'm 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 to your stomach till you possess an ulcer
You know my reputation, who in yo' camp wanna step to
A sick disease that cut into you like six of separation
You'll find more lines in this rhyme than a brick of ki's
any crime unit would be quick to seize
From some high rollers who are as thieves
Who love the top dog and how he flick his
And I could give you for thought before fricassee's
Or I can rub you out like two crickets' knees
They see me chatching murder charges
'stead of Jamaica in the spot on my massage
Living the that's in need of a narration
Give me the spotlight, you can the interrogation
At the station
And I if you tryna play the don
Think before you dive in murky with a megalodon