Luyện nghe bài hát U Aint Got Nothin

what it like
2 show dese niggas man
its dat fam man we rep dat

I'm with a hundred and one niggas we doggy Deep
And fly with the tounge so if u feelin leap
Kermit you better think you ribbit
Don't be over your song before add libit
I pop up exzibit
Forget it I'm at krivitz
Not to put no f**kin fish in your civics
getting your ride pimped
Ull get hard wimped
Have u in da trunk curled up like fried
It's been a good year mayb I shud ride lim
Cause your boy jus stay the game
They tryna tag em, spray a brotha
But your can't reach me I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another
Take dis for a joke playing wayan brother games
And I'm a get u sucka I've been skeemin dis keenin
with dis daymin
I'm puttin dat pain in
My lil man zonia and shawn ya
Lay da beef on dis
Make some lasagna
40 cal fetticine tres pound
You for dis medalion you must like italian, nigga
You see me pushin if the drivers side
I work da s6 ever the 5 retired
The top, dey say the social drive expired
So you call a cab once your bitch fall for fab

Uh I get like a *muf**ka*
darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got
You got
You ain't got on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a
Yeaa money u never see yeaa
I got
You got
You got nuthin on me

I'm on da grind da police come
With dat pistol on da side boy don't be
Or... I let that semi youh
Now you could follow the
Cause 1 shot the clip will jerry curl you
Wen we you like seconds
Obey me like
Or get opened up presents
Please, my yung boysz for respect
your throat, have you smilin witchur neck
Say
My doughs a bit
My flow is jus
My wrists look frozen poland spring water
So me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with
I get money out da ass, dats sum expensive
u all heard (what?)
all heard(yup)
I toothpicks(where)
In ya all
Listen,
I'm a shark, jus coyfish(whatelse)
Octopus(whatelse)


I got my eye on your now(yea)
have her lick me up(up)
And den me down(down)
She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn)
She tol me I'm a I'm a stud*(daaamn)*
She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin for da
So I gave her pads for da rug
scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle
U dudes get wiped out

Uh I get money a *muf**ka*
Shades den I bitch but I cud see
I got
You got
You ain't got on me
Uhhh I'm money like a *muf**ka*
Yeaa money u never see yeaa
I got
You got
You ain't got on me

Get you 3-4 get you like da number 1 I'm a get me 2
weezy f u now u gotta hava babayy
My money fold nor bends
Mercedes maybach, grey
And I gota 4-4 and a k 8-stacks
F**k yo city yo I state facts, take dat
No, better yet like diddy dat
rats I hate rats
I clean dem out ajax
Got paper A fax machine

Damn I mean
don
After dere will be non
Damn I mean will be nun
I be one
Of dat greatest u ever felt you ever seen
Or heard carter-d havard ya'll
Not me
Not I
Call me young
bruno I'm a nuno
I'll bring ral to funrol
I mean funeral funerol
You say I say tamata
U say get em I say got em
Yea I got em
Man u better keep payin me u don't want my problems
I be like capital one... what is in your wallet
You fly
But is it to pilot
Weezy I'm at the top up in your bottom
Damn I mean foot up in ass
I dat shit I gon put it in da trash

Uh I get like a *muf**ka*
Shades darker den I but I cud see
I got
You got
You got nuthin on me
I'm gettin money like a mutherf**ka
Yeaa money u ain't never see
uh
You got nuthin on me

im gettin money like a muf**ka
Shades darker den a but I cud see
I got
You got
You aint got on me

im gettin money like a muf**ka
Big money nigga, big money nigga, big nigga