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

1: Royce da 5'9"]
I'm still waiting on you to inspire me
Lately, I've been feeling retiring, UBSing
I take a from the Romeo y Julieta
Like if niggas ain't leveling, hiring,
I'm challenging y'all niggas to move the
If not, fuck it, I made enough, it's cool with me
The quickest way to have your pimping in
Is to let the hibachi chef throw a in yo' mouth
That's a flag like 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 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 full of martyrs to party
It's apparent, I slaughter you and your
So tell your muscle I make a open him up
And button him looking like a skeleton wearing a
Now, who the fuck it? Now of you who got [?]
Who the fuck want it, I got the scolio
Y'all niggas be 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 clothes, slugs 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,
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
prolly be a hundred thousand in ten bucks too
Uh, y'all lonely savage on the mollies acting your life is violent
I'm catapulting bodies, catching 'em a virus
Try to violate me, my ETA is a scene
And it will be the day, it will be the GTA "wasted"

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
Taking it just like that

2: Nick Grant]
I could tell by your dress code you hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout who flex the
All these funny niggas with cloudy jewelry at these shows
Was never rich, but dropping gems to poor
Tap a super model, she [?] in morse
Screaming with my head in her box, it ain't a Vogue
God's favorite, a public enemy, love my women in all
If I made it, we all it
reincarnated, spitting on cam, fuck 'em
But I'm me, I never claim to be the toughest
Ain't gotta fake dope stories for you to love 'em
rushing like when I rush in, it's hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin used to tease me, call me crack
Tell 'em nothing changed, dope, baby
Lately, I ain't for the shit
Shooters banana clips, dumping 'em
Catching 'em slipping and 'em up at the family function and
Tell me who I'm up against, I run shit
Nigga, the only thing could kill a is a double dish
Ride on 'em, me and Nine on-a ya
You know I snuck the thing in this bitch just like a
Pay no mind, it's no biggy, but shit I'm ya
The way I ball gon' 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 around and clash with niggas you idolized
Bottom line, I'm a man a lot of pride
Got my eyes
From the ghetto, I'm traumatized, where I lie
As I watch my demons screaming "I'm alive"
Life is a freak, I put faith is this mama lie
I sign on the dotted line
for rappers who look like they get sodomized, you outta time

Just that, that, that, that

[Verse 3:
I'm poisonous pesticide, extra wide
Hostile aside, it's the chainsaw massacre
Texas in a Lexus fried doing donots
As if I grabbed the coffee it for breakfast
This shit I write it make you ball up fist to fight and
off on a nigga, make him think he missed a flight
So you shouldn't ignore me then, I can lines with Scorpion
Or pretend I'm not Kevorkian, his dorky twin
And I got a lock when I'm sticking the door key in
Cause I got this in the bag like 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 my life sucked and Death blew me kisses
But I'm extra 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 wanna to Jason?
A sick disease that cut into you 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
From some rollers who are thick as thieves
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
rather see me chatching murder charges
'stead of Jamaica in the spot on my 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 you dive in murky waters with a megalodon