Luyện nghe bài hát Stuntin

[DJ
(Dramatic Nigga)

Uh, alright, here I go

I'm a rapper turn singer and you can tell that he
But i don't need my vocal chords all i hit is C
N.E.R.D i spaz if I'm prevoke
I'm bout to change the game, pass the remote.
Money is everything, and it's other thing
I'm part of the choir and its the motto that my sing
Cash is the right now, are post game
MoneyOverBitches dot com the domain
It's too soon, album on the way
ask me if i pray, i say yeah once in a blue moon
Oops, i mean a red moon, i did it to 'em
Let me leave the station for your blood
I say heavy metaphors, flow so
I could rap around other youngin's 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 peep 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 aint even talkin shit
angel, young lie and im done tryin
I'm jus doin, who's cause im buyin'
on me, everything is on me
And my girl is still down shes fucking John B
And when i go dumb, i tend to do shit
I just listen back and now I'm soundin' a trumpet
This for all the strippers cause i know they gonna it
Tell her back it up and dump it, it, back it up and dump it
Ain't no here, yo money will disappear
My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal
Tax, and back and forth faxes
My money come in circle, get up on my axis
Maybe I'mma kill 'em cause i promised
think I'm bein' cocky but I'm only being honest
I'm swallowin' the goose, got a model getting
And i never party less, i got some and a booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to this
I'm just havin' patience cause i want it to make
White cup, pop, Tennessee state shit
Drop a 4 in it and appreciate the

[DJ
(Gangtsa, gangsta, gangsta.
I just want to remember,
This is the mixtape you bump,
While you have a president.)

Wayne]
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.
it gets like me.
Stunting is a habit, I get it my daddy.
like Shaggy, I told that Boombastic.
Im a bastard.
I dont a fuck about y'all.
I aint marbles, you can pluck my balls.
And yes I am falling, but up I fall.
And if bitch in heat, she can fuck my dog.
I went from penny to private planes.
sat on any benches, I got in games.
Starter Carter, harder.
Ten girls, pent house suite, y'all
y'all please.
Wine, crackers, and cheese.
They take off clothes and put on my tees.
The Im taking got me feeling mighty
my gun and money dont split, 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 Gs is why the chicken crossed the street.
you know about it? My nigga so about it.
If we kill everybody, they can go to court 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 niggas is ass to me,
And big, wet, pussy is like what Im rathering.
to the gathering.
to the burying.
Or I hang you on the like an art gallery.
You got salary.
and I got money.
I got money.
I got money.
Bitch.

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

Wayne]
Dedication three. fuck wit me.