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 my vocal chords all i hit is C notes
N.E.R.D i spaz if I'm prevoke
I'm bout to change the fucking game, the remote.
Money is everything, and it's every other
I'm part of the choir and its the motto that my brother
Cash is the now, women are post game
dot com check the domain
It's coming too soon, on the way
People ask me if i pray, i say once in a blue moon
Oops, i a red moon, i did it again to 'em
Let me leave the station for your affiliation
I say metaphors, flow so overweight
I could rap around these other youngin's like a 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 compete
I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin love
And i aint 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 down like shes fucking John B
And i go dumb, i tend to do dumb shit
I just listen back and now I'm like a trumpet
This for all the strippers cause i know they bump it
Tell her back it up and dump it, back it, it up and dump it
no pistols here, yo money will disappear
My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal
Tax, brackets and back and faxes
My money in full circle, get up on my axis
I'mma kill 'em only cause i promised
They think I'm bein' cocky but I'm only honest
I'm swallowin' the goose, got a getting loose
And i party less, i got some bottles and a booth
I just up on the scene, I'm about to take this
I'm just havin' patience cause i want it to make
White cup, pop, Tennessee state shit
a 4 in it and appreciate the greatness

[DJ
(Gangtsa, gangsta, gangsta.
I just y'all to remember,
This is the first you bump,
While you a black president.)

Wayne]
Yeah.
Come on, the dro.
I am such a beast, and you can ask hoes.
And they might say you should leave me alone.
Their scared.
Cause it like me.
is a habit, I get it from my daddy.
Just 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 penny pinchin' 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 off their clothes and put on my tees.
The supplement Im got me feeling mighty
my gun and money dont split, call that Siamese.
Yes, my make the frickin' time freeze.
Your bless me, she suck my dick, and I sneeze.
Cheap ass apartment, the kitchen I need.
And eighteen Gs is why the chicken the street.
What you 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 leave your body 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 like what Im rathering.
to the gathering.
to the burying.
Or I hang you on the wall 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. Chris wit me.