Luyện nghe bài hát Still Waiting

I'm waiting 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 like

[Verse 1: da 5'9"]
I'm waiting on you niggas to inspire me
Lately, I've been feeling like retiring,
I take a pull from the Romeo y
Like if ain't leveling, hiring, UPSes
I'm y'all niggas to move the needle
If not, fuck it, I made enough, it's with me though
The quickest way to have your in doubt
Is to let the hibachi chef throw a in yo' mouth
That's a like it's crips in the house, fag like a dick in the spout
Past life just to come out
All of y'all just be them lies
Most exciting thing y'all can do is jump out the yelling "Surprise!"
I'm a product of 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 party
It's apparent, I you and your guardian
So tell your muscle I a doctor open him up
And button him looking like a skeleton wearing a
Now, who the fuck it? Now of you who got [?]
Who the want it, bro? I got the scolio
Y'all niggas be wanting too much dough, your roll
I don't how much I'll loan ya, I'm not OVO
Woah, for who try to live the rough life
Pistol through your clothes, slugs ripping your cashmere
Give a nigga a 50 like I'm the cashier
Leave us for the beef, resting in peace, you tough, right?
I'll punch a nigga to
I got a drum, front a nigga ten bucks too
The outcome of playing big bank to little with me
Will prolly be a hundred in ten bucks too
Uh, y'all lonely savage on the mollies like your life is violent
I'm catapulting bodies, catching 'em like a
Try to violate me, my ETA is a major
And it will be the day, it be the GTA "wasted" screen

I'm still 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 by your dress code you extra hoe
I the rap game's 'bout who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy jewelry at these award
Was never rich, but gems to poor souls
Tap a super model, she [?] in morse
Screaming my head in her box, it ain't a Vogue pose
God's favorite, a public enemy, love my women in all
If I it, we all made it
'Pac reincarnated, spitting on cam, 'em
But I'm just me, I claim to be the toughest
Ain't gotta tell fake dope stories for you to 'em
Blood rushing like when I rush in, it's 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 and peel 'em up at the family function and
Tell me who I'm up against, I run shit
Nigga, the thing could kill 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 ball make a nigga corner ya
Tell the coroners "come", baby, there's a murder
Never was underrated, nigga, I'm of
You outta line like you got a lotta drive
Fuck around and clash some niggas you idolized
Bottom line, I'm a man with a lot of
Got my mama's
From the ghetto, I'm traumatized, where I lie
As I my demons ménage screaming "I'm alive"
Life is a freak, I put faith is lady mama lie
I just sign on the line
It's for rappers who look like they get sodomized, you outta

Just that, that, that, that

[Verse 3:
I'm poisonous pesticide, wide nostrils
Hostile infects aside, it's the massacre
Texas in a Lexus fried doing donots
As if I the coffee with it for breakfast
This shit I write it you ball up your fist to fight and
Take off on a nigga, make him think he missed a
So you shouldn't ignore me then, I can trade with Scorpion
Or pretend I'm not Kevorkian, just his dorky
And I ain't got a lock I'm sticking the door key in
Cause I got this in the bag like apartment 4B
was a hustler who later wrote about it on the intro
To In My Lifetime, and you's a
Not to how I'm on the cusp of greatness
And at the top of the chain, I could hump the waitress and
How you do dishes? 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 you sick 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 it's more lines in this rhyme than a brick of
That any unit would be quick to seize
From some high who are thick as thieves
Who the top dog and how he flick his fleas
And I could give you food for thought before
Or I can just rub you out like two knees
rather see me chatching murder charges
'stead of in the spot on my third massage
the life 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