Luyện nghe bài hát Still Waiting

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 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 niggas leveling, hiring, UPSes
I'm y'all niggas to move the needle
If not, fuck it, I enough, it's cool with me though
The quickest way to have your pimping in
Is to let the chef throw a shrimp in yo' mouth
That's a flag like it's in the house, fag like a dick in the spout
Past life itchin' to come out
All of y'all just be them lies
Most exciting thing y'all can do is out the closet yelling "Surprise!"
I'm a product of and Parliament
I blow the off and make all you chicks suck my doggy dick
I give you niggas a Mardi Gras full of to party with
apparent, I slaughter you and your guardian
So tell your I make a doctor open him up
And button him looking a skeleton wearing a Cardigan
Now, who the fuck it? Now of you who got [?]
Who the want it, bro? I got the scolio
Y'all niggas be too much 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 life
Pistol through your clothes, ripping through your cashmere
Give a nigga a 50 like I'm the cashier
Leave us left for the beef, resting in peace, you tough,
punch a nigga to Timbuktu
I got a drum, I'll front a ten bucks too
The outcome of big bank to little bank with me
Will prolly be a thousand in ten bucks too
Uh, y'all lonely savage on the mollies like your life is violent
I'm bodies, catching '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
it back just like that

[Verse 2: Grant]
I could tell by your code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's who flex the most
All these niggas with cloudy jewelry at these award shows
Was never rich, but dropping gems to poor
Tap a model, she [?] in morse codes
Screaming with my in her box, it ain't a Vogue pose
God's favorite, a public enemy, my women in all flavors
If I made it, we all it
'Pac reincarnated, on cam, fuck 'em
But I'm me, I never claim to be the toughest
Ain't tell fake dope stories for you to love 'em
Blood rushing like when I in, it's hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin used to tease me, call me baby
Tell 'em changed, still dope, baby
Lately, I for the monkey shit
Shooters with banana clips, 'em
Catching 'em slipping and peel 'em up at the family and
Tell me who I'm up against, I run shit
Nigga, the only thing could kill a legend is a 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 gon' make a nigga ya
Tell the coroners "come", baby, been a murder
was underrated, nigga, I'm unheard of
You outta line like you ain't got a lotta
around and clash with some niggas you idolized
Bottom line, I'm a man with a lot of
Got my eyes
From the ghetto, I'm traumatized, where I lie
As I watch my demons ménage "I'm alive"
Life is a freak, I put is this lady mama lie
I just sign on the dotted
It's for rappers who look like get sodomized, you outta time

Just like that, that, that,

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