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
it back just like that

[Verse 1: da 5'9"]
I'm still waiting on you to inspire me
Lately, I've been feeling like retiring,
I a pull from the Romeo y Julieta
Like if niggas ain't leveling, hiring,
I'm challenging y'all niggas to the needle
If not, it, I made enough, it's cool with me though
The quickest way to have your pimping in
Is to let the hibachi 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' just to out
All of just be telling them lies
Most exciting thing y'all can do is out the closet yelling "Surprise!"
I'm a product of Funkadelic and
I the roof off and make all you chicks suck my doggy dick
I give you niggas a Mardi Gras of martyrs to party with
It's apparent, I slaughter you and guardian
So your muscle 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 be wanting too much dough, slow your roll
I know how much I'll loan ya, I'm not OVO
Woah, for those who try to the rough life
Pistol through your clothes, slugs ripping through cashmere
Give a nigga a buck 50 I'm the cashier
us left for the beef, resting in peace, you tough, right?
I'll punch a nigga to
I got a drum, I'll a nigga ten bucks too
The outcome of playing big to little bank with me
Will prolly be a hundred thousand in ten too
Uh, y'all lonely savage on the mollies acting like your is violent
I'm bodies, catching 'em like a virus
Try to violate me, my ETA is a major
And it will be the day, it be the GTA "wasted" screen

I'm waiting 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 just that

[Verse 2: Grant]
I could by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap 'bout who flex the most
All these funny with cloudy jewelry at these award shows
Was never rich, but dropping 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 public enemy, 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 fake dope stories for you to love 'em
Blood rushing like when I rush in, it's a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin used to tease me, call me crack
Tell 'em nothing changed, still dope,
Lately, I for the monkey shit
Shooters with banana clips, '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 thing could kill a legend is a double
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 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 like you got a lotta drive
Fuck and clash with some niggas you idolized
Bottom line, I'm a man a lot of pride
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 lady lie
I just on the dotted line
It's for rappers who look like they get sodomized, you outta

Just like that, that, that,

[Verse 3:
I'm pesticide, extra wide nostrils
infects aside, it's the chainsaw 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 a flight
So you ignore me then, I can trade lines with Scorpion
Or I'm not Kevorkian, just his dorky twin
And I got a lock when I'm sticking the door key in
Cause I got in the bag like apartment 4B when
Jigga was a 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 food chain, I hump the waitress and
How you do dishes? I'm truly vicious
I know you wish my life sucked and Death me kisses
But I'm extra closer to the
The best, supposed to make you sick to your stomach till you an ulcer
You know my reputation, who in yo' camp wanna step to
A sick disease cut into you like six degrees of separation
You'll find it's more lines in this rhyme than a of ki's
That any crime unit would be quick to
some high rollers who are thick 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 just rub you out like two knees
rather see me chatching murder charges
'stead of Jamaica in the spot on my third
Living the life in need of a narration
Give me the spotlight, you can keep the
At the sheriff
And I swear if you play the don
Think before you dive in murky with a megalodon