Luyện nghe bài hát Stuntastic

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

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

Man, that ice the
forget the whip, twenty-inches and TV's
Navigation system, Dreamcast, all in the
Everyday of the week I be jumpin' in somethin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back to the cup and drop the ice
it up
When it come out, it's fuck your eyes up
Like I last time: I don't need no introduction
I'm the number-one when it come down to the

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

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

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

I touch y'all niggas' with candy-coated choppers
I fed hoes fettuccini while 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 ain't got on me
I got one diamond, and one ring bigger than your future, g
Shorty, you ain't the news? I'm ridin' on twenty-twos
I take the groom bride and give hoe the blues

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

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

(Stop)

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

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

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

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

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

From Lamborghinis to Bentley's to Ferrari's to Jaguars to
To whatever you got, we got it and then some, ya me
From princess to baguettes
To whatever of diamonds they got, we got it, nigga
It don't stop, ya me

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