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 chords all i hit is C notes
N.E.R.D i spaz if I'm prevoke
I'm to change the fucking game, pass the remote.
Money is everything, and it's every thing
I'm part of the choir and its the motto that my sing
Cash is the right now, are post game
dot com check the domain
It's coming too soon, on the way
ask me if i pray, i say yeah 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, so overweight
I rap around these other youngin's like a cobra snake
Frostbite drizzy nigga, nobody is cold as
yo ass inline, don't be tryin' to roller skate
Fuck all the discrete shit, i get on some shit
I am 21, me who do i compete with
I'm on my shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin hood love
And i aint even talkin street
Young angel, lie and im done tryin
I'm jus doin, who's drinkin' im buyin'
on me, everything is on me
And my girl is down like shes fucking John B
And when i go dumb, i to do dumb shit
I just listen back and now I'm like a trumpet
This for all the strippers cause i know they gonna it
Tell her it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it
Ain't no pistols here, yo will 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 being honest
I'm swallowin' the goose, got a getting loose
And i never party less, i got bottles and a booth
I just up on the scene, I'm about to take this
I'm just havin' patience cause i it to make sense
White cup, pop, Tennessee state shit
a 4 in it and appreciate the greatness

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

Wayne]
Yeah.
Come on, the dro.
I am a beast, and you can ask them hoes.
And they even say you should leave me alone.
only scared.
Cause it like me.
is a habit, I get it from my daddy.
Just like Shaggy, I told Boombastic.
Im a bastard.
I dont give a fuck 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
Whatever please.
Wine, crackers, and cheese.
take off their clothes and put on my tees.
The supplement Im taking got me feeling
my gun and money dont split, that shit Siamese.
Yes, my make the frickin' time freeze.
Your bless me, she suck my dick, and I sneeze.
Cheap ass apartment, just the I need.
And Gs is why the chicken crossed the street.
What you know it? My nigga so about it.
If we kill everybody, can go to court about it.
Weezy. I the liars.
Baby, I the fire.
I am Michael, Myers; 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 niggas is ass to me,
And big, wet, pussy is more like 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 y'all it was going to be worth the wait, right?)

Wayne]
Dedication three. Chris wit me.