Luyện nghe bài hát U Aint Got Nothin

what it look
tryin 2 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 so if u feelin froggy leap
Kermit you better think before you
Don't be over your song before add libit
I pop up like
Forget it I'm at krivitz
Not to put no f**kin fish tanks in civics
F**k getting ride pimped
Ull get hard tyed
Have u in da trunk curled up like fried
It's been a good mayb I shud ride with lim
Cause your boy jus stay the game
They tryna tag em, spray a brotha
But your shots can't reach me I'm way above aim
Go 'head nigga, say name
Take dis family for a joke playing wayan games
And I'm a get u sucka I've been skeemin with dis
Aimin dis daymin
I'm puttin dat pain in
My lil man zonia and shawn ya
Lay da on dis noodle
Make some lasagna
40 cal fetticine tres pasta
You reach for dis medalion you must like italian,
You only see me pushin if the side
I work da s6 ever since the 5
The drop top, dey say the social expired
So you call a cab once your bitch fall for fab

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

I'm on da grind till da police
With dat on da side boy don't be dumb
Or... I let that twirl youh
Now you could follow the
Cause 1 shot outta the will jerry curl you
Wen we you like seconds
me like peasents
Or get opened up presents
Please, my boysz whilin for respect
Slit your throat, have you smilin witchur
Say
My doughs a bit
My flow is jus
My wrists look frozen poland spring water
So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your with
I get money out da ass, sum expensive shit
Havent u all (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 wifey now(yea)
I'll 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 n ude be checkin for da burn
So I her knee pads for da rug
It's gang from the chain of the lifestyle
U surfboy dudes get out

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

Get you 3-4 get you da number after 1 I'm a get me 2
It's weezy f u now u gotta babayy
My money don't fold nor
Mercedes maybach, black
And I gota 4-4 and a k 8-stacks
yo city yo town I state facts, take dat
No, yet like diddy take dat
Wait I hate rats
I clean dem out like
Got like A fax machine

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

Uh I get money 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 ain't never see
uh
You ain't got on me

Yeaa im gettin like a muf**ka
Shades den a bitch but I cud see
I got
You got
You got nuthin on me

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