Luyện nghe bài hát Stuntin

[DJ
(Dramatic Nigga)

Uh, alright, here I go

I'm a rapper turn and you can tell that he smoke
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 other thing
I'm of the choir and its the motto that my brother sing
is the right now, women are post game
MoneyOverBitches dot com the domain
It's too soon, album on the way
People ask me if i pray, i say yeah once in a moon
Oops, i a red moon, i did it again to 'em
Let me leave the station for blood affiliation
I say metaphors, flow so overweight
I could rap around these other youngin's a cobra snake
Frostbite drizzy nigga, nobody is cold as
Keep yo ass inline, don't be tryin' to skate
Fuck all the discrete shit, i get on peep shit
I am 21, tell me who do i compete
I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im cuz i'm gettin hood love
And i aint even street shit
Young angel, lie and im done tryin
I'm jus doin, who's cause im buyin'
It's on me, is on me
And my girl is still down like shes John B
And when i go dumb, i tend to do shit
I just listen and now I'm soundin' like a trumpet
This for all the 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 pistols here, yo money disappear
My will feed his family off my fiscal year
Tax, brackets and and forth faxes
My money come in full circle, get up on my
Maybe I'mma 'em only cause i promised
They think I'm bein' cocky but I'm only being
I'm swallowin' the goose, got a model getting
And i never party less, i got bottles and a booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take
I'm just patience cause i want it to make sense
White cup, orange pop, Tennessee shit
a 4 in it and appreciate the greatness

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

[Lil
Yeah.
Come on, the dro.
I am a beast, and you can ask them hoes.
And they might say you should leave me alone.
Their scared.
Cause it like me.
Stunting is a habit, I get it my daddy.
like Shaggy, I told that Boombastic.
Im a bastard.
I dont give a 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 got me feeling mighty
my gun and money dont split, call shit Siamese.
Yes, my watch make the frickin' freeze.
girl bless me, she suck my dick, and I sneeze.
Cheap ass apartment, the kitchen I need.
And eighteen Gs is why the 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; your body in the dryer.
Got the on the side of me.
My bad follow me.
Im a bad boy, obviously.
Pop one at ivy league.
I have a rivalry.
If so, you a cosulty.
Oops, I a casualty.
Oops, I catasrophe.
Oops, I actually, you niggas is just ass to me,
And big, wet, pussy is like what 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 y'all it was going to be the wait, right?)

Wayne]
Dedication three. fuck wit me.