Luyện nghe bài hát U Aint Got Nothin

what it look
tryin 2 show dese man
its dat fam man we rep dat

I'm with a hundred and one niggas we doggy Deep
And fly the tounge so if u feelin froggy leap
Kermit you better think you ribbit
Don't be murdered over your song before add
I pop up like
it I'm at your krivitz
Not to put no f**kin tanks in your civics
F**k your ride pimped
Ull get hard tyed
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 shots can't me I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say name
Take dis family for a joke playing brother games
And I'm a get u sucka I've been skeemin with dis
with dis daymin
I'm puttin dat major in
My lil man zonia marlon and ya
Lay da on dis noodle
some noodle lasagna
40 cal tres pound pasta
You reach for dis medalion you must italian, nigga
You see me pushin if the drivers side
I work da s6 ever the 5 retired
The drop top, dey say the social drive
So you could a cab once your bitch 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
I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka*
Yeaa money u ain't never see
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 semi twirl youh
Now you follow the drip
Cause 1 shot the clip will jerry curl you
Wen we slop you seconds
Obey me like
Or get opened up presents
Please, my yung whilin for respect
Slit your throat, have you witchur neck
Say
My a bit longer
My flow is jus
My wrists look like 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 have her 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 gave her pads for da rug
scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle
U surfboy get wiped out

Uh I get money like a
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 da number after 1 I'm a get me 2
weezy f u now u gotta hava babayy
My money don't fold nor
Mercedes maybach, black
And I gota 4-4 and a k 8-stacks
F**k yo city yo town I state facts, dat
No, better yet like diddy dat
Wait rats I rats
I dem out like ajax
Got paper A fax machine

Damn I assanon
don
After thine will be non
Damn I mean will be nun
I be one
Of dat things u ever felt you ever seen
Or heard carter-d havard scared
Not me
Not I
Call me young
bruno I'm a nuno
I'll ral to your funrol
Damn I mean funeral
You say tomato I say
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 wildin like capital one... what is in wallet
You fly
But is it to pilot
I'm at the top foot up in your bottom
Damn I mean up in your ass
I kick dat shit I gon put it in da

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 money like a mutherf**ka
Yeaa u ain't never see *yeaa
uh
You got nuthin on me

Yeaa im gettin money like a
darker den a bitch but I cud see
I got
You got
You got nuthin on me

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