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 just like

[Verse 1: da 5'9"]
I'm still on you niggas to inspire me
Lately, I've been feeling retiring, UBSing
I take a pull from the y Julieta
Like if niggas leveling, hiring, UPSes
I'm y'all 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 chef throw a shrimp in yo' mouth
That's a like it's crips in the house, fag like a dick in the spout
life itchin' just to come out
All of y'all just be telling lies
Most exciting thing y'all can do is jump out the yelling "Surprise!"
I'm a product of Funkadelic and
I blow the roof off and all you chicks suck my doggy dick
I give you a Mardi Gras full of martyrs to party with
apparent, I slaughter you and your guardian
So tell your muscle I a doctor open him up
And button him looking a skeleton wearing a Cardigan
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 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 your
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 front a nigga ten too
The outcome of playing big bank to little bank me
Will prolly be a hundred thousand in ten too
Uh, y'all lonely savage on the mollies like your life is violent
I'm bodies, catching 'em like 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 still on you
Yes, I'm
I'm still on you
Yes, I'm
I'm still on you, you, you
it back just like that

[Verse 2: Grant]
I could tell by your dress code you hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout who the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy jewelry at these award
Was rich, but dropping gems to poor souls
Tap a model, she [?] in morse codes
with my head in her box, it ain't a Vogue pose
God's favorite, a public enemy, love my women in all
If I made it, we all it
'Pac reincarnated, spitting on cam, 'em
But I'm just me, I never to be the toughest
gotta tell fake dope stories for you to love 'em
Blood rushing like I rush in, it's hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin to tease me, call me crack baby
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
me who I'm up against, I run this 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 gon' make a nigga 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
around and clash with some niggas you idolized
Bottom line, I'm a man with a lot of
Got my mama's
From the ghetto, I'm traumatized, I lie confined
As I watch my demons screaming "I'm alive"
is a freak, I put faith is this lady mama lie
I just sign on the dotted
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
Hostile infects aside, it's the chainsaw
side in a Lexus fried doing 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 think he a flight
So you shouldn't ignore me then, I can trade with Scorpion
Or I'm not Kevorkian, just his dorky twin
And I ain't got a lock when I'm the door key in
Cause I got this in the bag like 4B when
Jigga was a hustler who wrote about it on the intro
To In My Lifetime, and a customer
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 these dishes? I'm vicious
I know you wish my life sucked and blew me kisses
But I'm extra closer to the
The best, supposed to make you sick to stomach till you possess an ulcer
You my reputation, who in yo' camp wanna step to Jason?
A sick disease that cut into you six degrees of separation
find it's more lines in this rhyme than a brick of ki's
That any crime unit would be to seize
From some high rollers who are thick as
Who the top dog and how he flick his fleas
And I give you food for thought before fricassee's
Or I can just rub you out two crickets' knees
rather 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 play the don
Think before you in murky waters with a megalodon