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 dalmation doggy
And fly with the tounge so if u froggy leap
Kermit you think before you ribbit
be murdered over your song before add libit
I pop up exzibit
Forget it I'm at your
Not to put no f**kin fish tanks in your
getting your ride pimped
Ull get hard wimped
Have u in da trunk curled up fried shimp
It's been a year mayb I shud ride with lim
Cause your boy jus above the game
They tryna tag em, a brotha frame
But shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another
Take dis family for a joke playing brother games
And I'm a get u sucka been skeemin with dis keenin
with dis daymin
I'm puttin dat major in
My lil man zonia marlon and ya
Lay da beef on dis
Make some noodle
40 cal fetticine tres pasta
You reach for dis medalion you must italian, nigga
You only see me if the drivers side
I work da s6 ever since the 5
The top, dey say the social drive expired
So you could call a cab once your fall for fab

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 gettin like a *muf**ka*
Yeaa u ain't never see yeaa
I got
You got
You ain't got on me

I'm on da grind da police come
With dat pistol on da boy don't be dumb
Or... I let that twirl youh
Now you could the drip
1 shot outta the clip will jerry curl you
Wen we you like seconds
me like peasents
Or get opened up presents
Please, my yung whilin for respect
your throat, have you smilin witchur neck
Say
My doughs a bit
My flow is jus
My wrists look like frozen spring water
So tell me tell me boys who u think your messin with
I get out da ass, dats sum expensive shit
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 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 beast n ude be checkin for da
So I gave her pads for da rug
It's scar gang from the of the lifestyle
U surfboy get wiped out

Uh I get like a *muf**ka*
Shades 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

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

Damn I mean
don
After thine will be non
Damn I mean dere be nun
I be one
Of dat greatest things u ever felt you seen
Or heard havard ya'll scared
Not me
Not I
me young popeye
Tell bruno I'm a
bring ral to your funrol
Damn I 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 cause u don't my problems
I be wildin like capital one... is in your wallet
You fly
But what is it to
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 money like a
Shades darker den I but I cud see
I got
You got
You ain't got on me
Uhhh I'm gettin like a mutherf**ka
Yeaa money u ain't see *yeaa
uh
You got nuthin on me

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

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