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 need my vocal chords all i hit is C notes
N.E.R.D flow i spaz if I'm
I'm bout to change the fucking game, the remote.
Money is everything, and every other thing
I'm part of the choir and its the motto my brother sing
Cash is the right now, women are game
MoneyOverBitches dot com check the
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 the station for your blood affiliation
I say metaphors, flow so overweight
I rap around these 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, 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 cause im buyin'
It's on me, is on me
And my girl is still like shes fucking John B
And i go dumb, i tend to do dumb shit
I just listen 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, back it up and it
Ain't no pistols here, yo will disappear
My accountant will feed his family off my year
Tax, brackets and back and forth
My money in full 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 loose
And i never party less, i got 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, pop, Tennessee state shit
Drop a 4 in it and appreciate the

[DJ
(Gangtsa, gangsta, gangsta.
I just y'all to remember,
This is the first 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.
is a habit, I get it from my daddy.
Just Shaggy, I told that Boombastic.
Im a bastard.
I dont give a about y'all.
I aint 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 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 off their clothes and put on my tees.
The Im taking got me feeling mighty
my gun and money dont split, that shit Siamese.
Yes, my watch the frickin' time freeze.
girl bless 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 everybody, they can go to court about it.
Weezy. I the liars.
Baby, I the fire.
I am Michael, Michael Myers; 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 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, is more 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 it was going to be worth the wait, right?)

[Lil
three. Chris fuck wit me.