Luyện nghe bài hát Stuntin

[DJ
(Dramatic Nigga)

Uh, well alright, I go

I'm a rapper singer and you can tell that he smoke
But i don't need my vocal all i hit is C notes
N.E.R.D flow i spaz if I'm
I'm bout to the fucking game, pass the remote.
is everything, and it's every other thing
I'm of the choir and its the motto that my brother sing
Cash is the right now, women are game
MoneyOverBitches dot com check the
It's too soon, album on the way
People ask me if i pray, i say yeah once in a moon
Oops, i mean a red moon, i did it to 'em
Let me leave the station for blood affiliation
I say heavy metaphors, so overweight
I could rap around these other like a cobra snake
Frostbite drizzy nigga, is cold as drake
yo ass inline, don't be tryin' to roller skate
Fuck all the discrete shit, i get on some shit
I am 21, tell me who do i with
I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin love
And i even talkin street shit
angel, young lie and im done tryin
I'm jus doin, who's drinkin' im buyin'
It's on me, is on me
And my girl is still down shes fucking John B
And when i go dumb, i tend to do dumb
I listen back and now I'm soundin' like a trumpet
for all the strippers cause i know they gonna bump it
Tell her back it up and dump it, back it, it up and dump it
Ain't no here, yo money will disappear
My accountant will his family off my fiscal year
Tax, and back and forth faxes
My money in full circle, get up on my axis
Maybe I'mma 'em only cause i promised
They think I'm bein' but I'm only being honest
I'm swallowin' the goose, got a getting loose
And i never party less, i got some and a booth
I just up on the scene, I'm about to take this
I'm just havin' cause i want it to make sense
White cup, pop, Tennessee state shit
a 4 in it and appreciate the greatness

[DJ
(Gangtsa, gangsta, gangsta.
I want y'all to remember,
is the first mixtape you bump,
While you have a president.)

[Lil
Yeah.
Come on, the dro.
I am such a beast, and you can ask hoes.
And they might even say you should me alone.
Their scared.
Cause it like me.
is a habit, I get it from my daddy.
Just like Shaggy, I told Boombastic.
Im a bastard.
I give a fuck about y'all.
I aint talking marbles, you can my balls.
And yes I am falling, but up I fall.
And if your bitch in heat, she can my dog.
I went from penny pinchin' to planes.
sat on any benches, I got in games.
Starter Carter, harder.
Ten girls, pent suite, y'all order
y'all please.
Wine, crackers, and cheese.
They take off clothes and put on my tees.
The supplement Im taking got me mighty
my gun and money split, call that shit Siamese.
Yes, my make the frickin' time freeze.
Your girl me, she suck my dick, and I sneeze.
Cheap ass apartment, the kitchen I need.
And eighteen Gs is why the chicken the street.
you know about it? My nigga so about it.
If we kill everybody, can go to court about it.
Weezy. I the liars.
Baby, I the fire.
I am Michael, Michael Myers; leave your in the dryer.
Got the shotty on the of me.
My bad follow me.
Im a bad boy, obviously.
Pop one at ivy league.
I dont a rivalry.
If so, you a cosulty.
Oops, I a casualty.
Oops, I catasrophe.
Oops, I meant actually, you is just ass to me,
And big, wet, pussy is more like Im rathering.
to the gathering.
to the burying.
Or I you on the wall like an art gallery.
You got salary.
and I got money.
I got money.
I got money.
Bitch.

[DJ
(See, I told it was going to be worth the wait, right?)

Wayne]
Dedication three. Chris wit me.