Luyện nghe bài hát Thought It Was A Drought

[Verse 1: Lil
Big body on brabas, that's all I
Big shotties in the closet, all I wore
"money over power"
Quote,
And if the bread get too low, kidnap Doe (hold up)
I just your bitch in some Young Money flip flops
I'm smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin (hold up)
I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her (yeah)
in my money, I smell chlorine when I count
Get 'em
Skating and mating, I'm spinning like
I'm running Peyton, I'm Christian like Laettner
I'm putting straightener, into all of these Satans I'm
Wilder than Nathan, on David
I'm quietly waiting I'm to be patient but
They want me to wait for to say it but
I am to pay this up, talk to my or
They talk about you to congregation
Man, no conversation or
No by association
I need for my compensation
Or we a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation, take drugs in
That AK gon' sound like a ovation
They landing your facial your bandana
I'm all about numbers, comparisons,
Collateral, collateral. and adderal got me unparralleled
Me and bitch compatible, go together like a parachute and a "geronimo"
dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal
I pop a viagra, she hop like a kangaroo, suck a snaggle-tooth
I ain't got for no rumors when I am not human, or you men, I'm booming
I'm fucking her, fucking her roomie. I'm versus aluminum
I'm shrooming, a bitch that lasts I'm assuming
My vision is gloomy, but it I zoom in
And now I see movement, and I'd to thank all her niggas that school me
But I still shoot up my class reuinion
I'm sipping that like it's communion
Focus on weed, bright as a
I'm walking around miss America I'm the king, king of Zamunda
hanging around with my shooters when you was still hanging out with Mr Cooper
Which one of you niggas beef? I'm putting your name outside the chalupa
Money since the Mayans, since the riots
Cystic simplifying, higher Orion
Lying off the diet, eat the whole
Pop a coca body, it soft and sour
the market tower
Find a wooden counter, knock on it an count 'em
Competition, 'em
Opposition
the bitches shower
Optimistic
Commom sense common
Top position scholar, so far from the
They can't me holler
All i say is our, all i say is our, our
My lil bae a model, pussy taste cobbler
Make me A-salaam Alaykum
What more can I say about it, about it
I just the rari' left it way behind me, taste the mileage
Loud ass blatant
I they the loudest, waking zombies
Break a face or promise, give me steak
Hate your honor still my mama's baby, and my mamas
They riders, Can't deflate them tires
I'm chasing commas
Nigga I Big tymers
And i'm taking time to make it timeless
Dedication problems, shit
Ay yeah, yeahhh..

Lil Wayne]
The nicest thing the fans can say to me when they approach me on the street is any Fcking thing. True, anything real. You know what i mean, that's the nicest thing. I mean like, even if its cliche. Cliche i'm not gonna still tell when that chiche is straight from your heart and that's all you could say when you saw me or if you meant it, like even if its that, like i said if its real. You know why? Cause sometimes people can say things that so real to them that they don't really know that some of the things they are saying isn't official. But you know, i mean like example: you might walk up on somebody, I might walk up on somebody on the street and they might, they might... shout out the valet from today, might shout out the valet from yesterday, before you open the door of my car, you're looking in my eyes, you're a young cat, you look me in the eyes an you say ahh, his english wasn't all that, he said: I really like the new album, I really like the new project
And i said to him like thank you man, he meant that. Cause he looked me in my eyes and he even opened my door before he said it, you know what i mean I was dmn when i got in the car i was like dmn its not a project. You know i don't even consider that dmn shit not an album just a mix tape, but to him that thing was real could be a project not an album
So shout out to