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 like that

[Verse 1: da 5'9"]
I'm still waiting on you to inspire me
Lately, I've been feeling like retiring,
I take a pull from the y Julieta
Like if ain't leveling, hiring, UPSes
I'm challenging y'all to move the needle
If not, it, I made enough, it's cool with me though
The quickest way to have your in doubt
Is to let the hibachi chef throw a shrimp in yo'
a flag like it's crips in the house, fag like a dick in the spout
Past life itchin' to come out
All of y'all just be telling 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 dick
I give you niggas a Mardi full of martyrs to party with
It's apparent, I you and your guardian
So tell your muscle I a doctor 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 dough, slow your roll
I don't how much I'll loan ya, I'm not OVO
Woah, for who try to live the rough life
through 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 a nigga to Timbuktu
I got a drum, front a nigga ten bucks too
The of playing big bank to little bank with me
prolly be a hundred thousand in ten bucks too
Uh, y'all lonely savage on the acting like 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 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
Taking it just like that

2: Nick Grant]
I could tell by dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap 'bout who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy jewelry at award shows
Was never rich, but dropping to poor souls
Tap a super model, she [?] in 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 it, we all made it
'Pac reincarnated, spitting on cam, 'em
But I'm just me, I never claim to be the
gotta tell fake dope stories for you to love 'em
Blood rushing like when I rush in, hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin to tease me, call me crack baby
'em nothing changed, still dope, baby
Lately, I ain't for the shit
Shooters with banana clips, 'em
Catching 'em 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 dish
Ride on 'em, me and Nickel on-a ya
You know I snuck the thing in bitch just like a foreigner
Pay no mind, no biggy, but shit I'm warning 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 ain't got a drive
Fuck around and clash with niggas you idolized
Bottom line, I'm a man with a lot of
Got my eyes
the ghetto, I'm traumatized, where I lie confined
As I my demons ménage screaming "I'm alive"
Life is a freak, I put is this lady mama lie
I just on the dotted line
It's for who look like they get sodomized, you outta time

Just that, that, that, that

3: ElZhi]
I'm poisonous pesticide, extra nostrils
Hostile aside, it's the chainsaw massacre
Texas side in a Lexus doing donots
As if I grabbed the with it for breakfast
This shit I write it you ball up your fist to fight and
Take off on a nigga, him think he missed a flight
So you shouldn't ignore me then, I can trade lines Scorpion
Or I'm not Kevorkian, just his dorky twin
And I ain't got a when I'm sticking the door key in
Cause I got in the bag like apartment 4B when
Jigga was a hustler who 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 chain, I could 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 till you possess an ulcer
You know my reputation, who in yo' wanna step to Jason?
A sick that cut into you like six degrees of separation
You'll find it's more lines in this rhyme than a brick of
That any crime unit be quick to seize
From high rollers who are thick as thieves
Who love the top dog and how he flick his
And I could give you food for thought before
Or I can just rub you out two crickets' knees
They see me chatching murder charges
'stead of Jamaica in the spot on my third
Living the that's 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 you dive in murky waters with a megalodon