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
Screaming "money power"
Quote,
And if the bread get too low, kidnap Doe (hold up)
I just fucked your bitch in some Money flip flops
I'm smoking on that and you can hear a pin drop (hold up)
I just kissed my and I left codeine in her mouth (yeah)
in my money, I smell chlorine when I count
Get 'em
Skating and mating, I'm like Daytons
I'm running Peyton, I'm Christian like Laettner
I'm putting some straightener, into all of these I'm
Wilder than Nathan, Goliath on
I'm quietly waiting I'm to be patient but
They me to wait for Simon to say it but
I am to pay this up, talk to my or
They talk about you to your
Man, no or negotiation
No by association
I need confirmation for my
Or we a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation, take drugs in
AK gon' sound like a standing ovation
They landing your facial bandana rosacia
I'm all about numbers, comparisons,
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and got me unparralleled
Me and your bitch compatible, go together like a and a "geronimo"
This dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the
I pop a viagra, she hop like a kangaroo, suck a snaggle-tooth
I ain't got time for no rumors when I am not human, or you men, I'm
I'm her, fucking her roomie. I'm platinum versus aluminum
I'm shrooming, a bitch lasts well 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 might shoot up my reuinion
I'm sipping that Houston like it's
Focus on weed, bright as a
I'm walking around miss America like I'm the king, king of
Been hanging with my shooters when you was still hanging out with Mr Cooper
Which one of you niggas want I'm putting your name outside the chalupa
Money the Mayans, thugging since the riots
Cystic simplifying, higher Orion
Lying off the diet, eat the safari
Pop a coca body, keep it soft and
Watch the market
a wooden counter, knock on it twice an count 'em
Competition, 'em
chowder
Watch the shower
mama
Commom ain't common
Top position scholar, so far from the
can't hear me holler
All i say is our, all i say is our, our
My lil bae a model, pussy taste cobbler
me A-salaam Alaykum bottle
What more can I say it, Pray about it
I race the rari' left it way behind me, taste the mileage
ass blatant diamonds
I think the loudest, waking zombies
Break a face or promise, give me steak
Hate your still my mama's baby, and my baby mamas
some riders, Can't deflate them tires
I'm still chasing
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 really know that some of the things they are saying isn't official. But you know, things 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 like 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 be a project not an album
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