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 just like

1: Royce da 5'9"]
I'm still waiting on you niggas to me
Lately, I've feeling like retiring, UBSing
I take a pull from the y Julieta
if niggas 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 quickest way to 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 like a dick in the
Past itchin' just to come out
All of just 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 suck my doggy dick
I give you niggas a Mardi Gras full of to party with
It's apparent, I you and your guardian
So tell your muscle I make a open 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 how much I'll loan ya, I'm not OVO
Woah, for those who try to live the life
Pistol your clothes, slugs ripping through your cashmere
Give a a buck 50 like I'm the cashier
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 of playing big bank to little bank with me
Will prolly be a thousand in ten bucks too
Uh, y'all lonely savage on the acting like your life is violent
I'm catapulting bodies, 'em like 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 still 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 just like

[Verse 2: Grant]
I could tell by your dress you extra hoe
I the rap game's 'bout who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy at these award shows
Was never rich, but dropping gems to souls
Tap a super model, she [?] in morse
Screaming with my head in her box, it ain't a pose
favorite, a public enemy, love my women in all flavors
If I made it, we all it
reincarnated, spitting on cam, fuck 'em
But I'm just me, I never to be the toughest
Ain't gotta tell 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
'em nothing changed, still dope, baby
Lately, I ain't for the monkey
Shooters banana clips, dumping 'em
Catching 'em and peel 'em up at the family function and
me who I'm up against, I run this shit
Nigga, the only thing could a legend is a double dish
on 'em, me and Nickel Nine on-a ya
You know I snuck the thing in bitch just like a foreigner
Pay no mind, it's no biggy, but I'm warning ya
The way I ball gon' make a corner 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
Fuck and clash with some niggas you idolized
line, I'm a man with a lot of pride
Got my mama's
From the ghetto, I'm traumatized, I lie confined
As I watch my demons ménage "I'm alive"
Life is a freak, I put faith is this lady lie
I just sign on the dotted
It's for who look like they get sodomized, you outta time

Just that, that, that, that

[Verse 3:
I'm poisonous pesticide, extra nostrils
Hostile aside, it's the chainsaw massacre
Texas side in a Lexus fried donots
As if I the coffee with it for breakfast
This shit I write it make you ball up fist to fight and
Take off on a nigga, make him he missed a flight
So you ignore me then, I can trade lines with Scorpion
Or pretend I'm not Kevorkian, just his dorky
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 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 Death blew me
But I'm closer to the Testarossa
The best, supposed to make you sick to stomach till you possess an ulcer
You know my reputation, who in yo' camp step to Jason?
A sick disease that cut into you like six of separation
You'll find it's more lines in this rhyme a brick of ki's
any crime unit would be quick to seize
From some rollers who are thick as thieves
Who the top dog and how he flick his fleas
And I could give you food for thought fricassee's
Or I can rub you out like two crickets' knees
They rather see me chatching murder
'stead of in the spot on my third massage
the life that's in need of a narration
Give me the spotlight, you can keep the
At the station
And I swear if you play the don
Think before you in murky waters with a megalodon