Luyện nghe bài hát Stuntin

[DJ
(Dramatic Nigga)

Uh, alright, here 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 i spaz if I'm prevoke
I'm bout to change the fucking game, the remote.
is everything, and it's every other thing
I'm part of the choir and its the that my brother sing
Cash is the right now, women are game
MoneyOverBitches dot com the domain
coming too soon, album on the way
People ask me if i pray, i say yeah in a blue moon
Oops, i a red moon, i did it again to 'em
Let me leave the station for blood affiliation
I say heavy metaphors, so overweight
I could rap around other youngin's like 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 some peep
I am 21, me who do i compete with
I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin love
And i aint even talkin street
Young angel, young lie and im done
I'm jus doin, who's drinkin' 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 to do dumb shit
I listen back and now I'm soundin' like a trumpet
This for all the strippers cause i know they bump it
Tell her back it up and dump it, it, back it up and dump it
no pistols here, yo money will disappear
My will feed his family off my fiscal year
Tax, brackets and 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 cocky but I'm only being honest
I'm swallowin' the goose, got a getting loose
And i never less, i got some bottles and a booth
I walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this
I'm just havin' patience 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 y'all to remember,
is the first mixtape you bump,
While you have a president.)

[Lil
Yeah.
on, pass the dro.
I am a beast, and you can ask them hoes.
And they might say you should leave me alone.
only scared.
Cause it gets me.
Stunting is a habit, I get it my daddy.
Just like Shaggy, I told Boombastic.
Im a bastard.
I dont give a about y'all.
I talking marbles, you can pluck my balls.
And yes I am falling, but up I fall.
And if your in heat, she can fuck my dog.
I went from pinchin' to private planes.
sat on any benches, I got in games.
Starter Carter, harder.
Ten girls, pent house suite, order
y'all please.
Wine, crackers, and cheese.
They off their clothes and put on my tees.
The supplement Im taking got me feeling
my gun and dont split, call that shit Siamese.
Yes, my watch make the frickin' 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.
What you know about it? My so about it.
If we everybody, they can go to court about it.
Weezy. I the liars.
Baby, I the fire.
I am Michael, Michael Myers; leave 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, is more 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?)

[Lil
Dedication three. Chris wit me.