Luyện nghe bài hát Stuntin

[DJ
(Dramatic Nigga)

Uh, alright, here I go

I'm a rapper turn singer and you can that he smoke
But i don't need my vocal 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 it's other thing
I'm part of the choir and its the motto my brother sing
is the right now, women are post game
MoneyOverBitches dot com check the
coming too soon, album 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 heavy metaphors, flow so
I could rap around these other youngin's a cobra snake
Frostbite drizzy nigga, nobody is as drake
Keep yo ass inline, don't be to roller skate
Fuck all the discrete shit, i get on some peep
I am 21, tell me who do i with
I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm hood love
And i aint even talkin shit
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 like shes fucking John B
And when i go dumb, i to do dumb shit
I just listen back and now I'm soundin' a trumpet
This for all the cause i know they gonna bump it
Tell her back it up and dump it, it, back it up and dump it
Ain't no pistols here, yo money will
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 kill 'em cause i promised
They think I'm cocky but I'm only being honest
I'm the goose, got a model getting loose
And i never party less, i got some and a booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm to take this
I'm just havin' cause i want it to make sense
White cup, orange pop, Tennessee shit
Drop a 4 in it and the greatness

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

[Lil
Yeah.
on, pass the dro.
I am a beast, and you can ask them hoes.
And they might even say you should me alone.
Their scared.
Cause it like me.
is a habit, I get it from my daddy.
Just like Shaggy, I that Boombastic.
Im a bastard.
I give a fuck about y'all.
I talking marbles, you can pluck my balls.
And yes I am falling, but up I fall.
And if your bitch in heat, she can my dog.
I went penny pinchin' to private 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 dont split, call that shit Siamese.
Yes, my make the frickin' time freeze.
Your girl me, she suck my dick, and I sneeze.
ass apartment, just the kitchen I need.
And eighteen Gs is why the chicken the street.
What you know it? My nigga so about it.
If we kill everybody, they can go to about 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 it was going to be worth the wait, right?)

Wayne]
Dedication three. Chris wit me.