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 that

[Verse 1: da 5'9"]
I'm still waiting on you to inspire me
Lately, I've been like retiring, UBSing
I take a from the Romeo y Julieta
Like if niggas leveling, hiring, UPSes
I'm challenging y'all niggas to the needle
If not, fuck it, I made enough, cool with me though
The quickest way to have your pimping in
Is to let the hibachi chef a shrimp in yo' mouth
That's a flag like crips 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 y'all can do is jump out the closet yelling "Surprise!"
I'm a of Funkadelic and Parliament
I blow the roof off and make all you chicks suck my doggy
I give you niggas a Mardi Gras of martyrs to party with
apparent, I slaughter you and your guardian
So tell muscle I make a doctor open him up
And button him looking like a skeleton wearing a
Now, who the want it? Now of you who got [?]
Who the fuck want it, I got the scolio
Y'all niggas be wanting too much dough, slow your
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
a nigga a buck 50 like I'm the cashier
Leave us for the beef, resting in peace, you tough, right?
I'll punch a to Timbuktu
I got a drum, I'll a nigga 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 acting like your life is
I'm catapulting bodies, catching 'em a virus
Try to me, my ETA is a major scene
And it will be the day, it be the GTA "wasted" screen

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 2: Nick
I could by your dress 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 to poor souls
Tap a super model, she [?] in morse
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, spitting on cam, 'em
But I'm me, I never claim to be the toughest
Ain't gotta tell dope stories for you to love 'em
Blood rushing like when I rush in, hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin used to tease me, call me crack
'em nothing changed, still dope, baby
Lately, I ain't for the shit
Shooters with clips, dumping '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
Ride on 'em, me and Nickel on-a ya
You know I snuck the thing in this bitch just a foreigner
Pay no mind, it's no biggy, but I'm warning ya
The way I ball gon' make a corner ya
the coroners "come", baby, there's been a murder
Never was underrated, nigga, I'm of
You outta line like you ain't got a lotta
Fuck around and clash with some you idolized
Bottom line, I'm a man with a lot of
Got my mama's
the ghetto, I'm traumatized, where I lie confined
As I watch my ménage screaming "I'm alive"
Life is a freak, I put faith is this lady 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 pesticide, extra wide nostrils
infects 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 it make you ball up your fist to fight and
Take off on a nigga, him think he missed a flight
So you shouldn't me then, I can trade lines with Scorpion
Or pretend I'm not Kevorkian, his dorky twin
And I ain't got a lock when I'm the door key in
Cause I got this in the bag apartment 4B when
Jigga was a hustler who later wrote about it on the
To In My Lifetime, and a customer
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 these dishes? I'm vicious
I know you wish my life sucked and Death blew me
But I'm extra to the Testarossa
The best, supposed to make you sick to your stomach till you possess an
You know my reputation, who in yo' camp wanna step to
A sick disease that cut into you six degrees of separation
You'll find it's more lines in this rhyme than a brick of
That any crime 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 food for thought fricassee's
Or I can just rub you out like two knees
They see me chatching murder charges
'stead of Jamaica in the on my third massage
Living the life in need of a narration
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