Luyện nghe bài hát Stuntastic

What's happenin',
B.Geezy, Baby, Fresh, nigga
Big Tymers,
You know we be our ass off, ya heard me

You know me and my clique out
It's bling-a-ling every time we stick our out
Eyes can't take it, motherfuckers turn they head
I gotta laugh 'cause the neck, too, like a glass house

Man, ice the motherfucker
Don't forget the whip, twenty-inches and
Navigation system, Dreamcast, all in the
Everyday of the week I be in somethin' different

Bikes, Lexus trucks, everyday I be
My big round, Baby, taught me how to lay my stunt
Come 'round the corner once, leave, switch up, come around
You know how it go down on a uptown
Wrist hangin' out the window of the Jag with the top

Later on that evenin', pocket off the chain
But I advise you: don't around without that thing
'Cause them vultures be out and believe they be
But they know I'm a nigga, I still be stuntastic

It's stuntastic, straight out the plastic, if got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy, ballerific
Money gifted
It's very hard to look at them princess cuts they be glistenin'

It's stuntastic, out the plastic, if they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy, ballerific
Money gifted
It's very hard to look at them princess cuts 'cause be glistenin'

I ride top shit, nigga, all the hot shit
On a Sunday I pull out all my drop top
I be
in the club and buy the vault

I know hoes be lookin', that's why I play this game raw
just in me to be the nigga that I be
Call me Atrice, call me Bryan, or B.
You who I am
You Cash Money my fam'

Who else could it be with me and Geezy spinnin' Lam'
that ice, poppin' that cham'
Jumpin' out in front a dressed in Hot Boy wear
on my side, you know we ain't gettin' checked at the door
Get line, we leave a nigga brains on the dance floor

Back to the coffee cup and the ice
it up
When it come out, gon' fuck your eyes up
Like I said last time: I don't no introduction
I'm the number-one it come down to the stun'n'

It's stuntastic, straight out the plastic, if they got
Big Tymers is off the heezy, ballerific
Cash gifted
It's very hard to look at them cuts 'cause they be glistenin'

It's stuntastic, out the plastic, if they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy, it's
Cash Money
It's very hard to look at them princess 'cause they be glistenin'

Lil' one, I been
Two ten, escalade
Did I you how the seats made
Crocodile and suede

I touch y'all niggas' arms candy-coated choppers
I fed these hoes fettuccini you was feedin' 'em whoppers
I could take the bitch and turn her into somethin'
And take a whack-ass track and that bitch bumpin'

Nigga, Liberacci got nothin' on me
I got one diamond, and one ring bigger your whole future, g
Shorty, you ain't heard the I'm ridin' on twenty-twos
I the groom bride and give that hoe the blues

My neck on level
My on another level
Alright, you got a and, nigga, I'm pushin' the space shuttle
Bitch, please, my bank account

It's, zero, zero, zero, comma,
(Comma)

(Stop)

(Freeze)
Whatever you got, lil' daddy, me, I been had it
just in my life and my nature and my way to be stuntastic

It's stuntastic, straight out the plastic, if they got
Big is off the heezy, it's ballerific
Cash Money
It's very hard to look at them princess cuts 'cause they be

It's stuntastic, straight out the plastic, if they got
Big Tymers is off the heezy, it's
Cash gifted
It's very hard to look at them princess cuts they be glistenin'

It's stuntastic, straight out the plastic, if they got
Big Tymers is off the heezy, ballerific
Cash gifted
It's hard to look at them princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'

Nigga, we ballerific and stuntastic, ya me
Baby, Fresh, B.Geezy, you dig
Stun'n we can't stunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga
Reppin' 'til we can't rep no more, nigga
Huntin' 'til we can't no motherfuckin' more, nigga

From to Bentley's to Ferrari's to Jaguars to Hummers
To whatever you got, we got it and then some, ya me
From cuts to baguettes
To whatever kind of they got, we got it, nigga
It stop, ya heard me

Cash Money, nigga, got the rap game on lock, how you that
Baby, Fresh, they got that work, nigga
And I got that pistol my shirt, nigga
Yeah, up if you want
You get put sixty under the dirt, nigga
CMR-a, Hot Boys, Cash