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 we dalmation doggy Deep
And fly with the tounge so if u feelin leap
you better think before you ribbit
Don't be murdered over song before add libit
I pop up exzibit
Forget it I'm at krivitz
Not to put no f**kin tanks in your civics
F**k your ride pimped
Ull get hard wimped
u in da trunk curled up like fried shimp
It's been a year mayb I shud ride with lim
your boy jus stay above 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
dis family for a joke playing wayan brother games
And I'm a get u sucka been skeemin with dis keenin
Aimin with dis
I'm puttin dat major in
My lil man zonia and shawn ya
Lay da on dis noodle
Make some noodle
40 cal tres pound pasta
You reach for dis you must like italian, nigga
You only see me pushin if the side
I work da s6 ever since the 5
The top, dey say the social drive expired
So you could call a cab 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 got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money a *muf**ka*
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 be dumb
Or... I let that semi twirl
Now you could follow the
Cause 1 shot outta the clip will curl you
Wen we slop you seconds
Obey me peasents
Or get up like presents
Please, my yung whilin for respect
Slit your throat, have you witchur neck
Say
My a bit longer
My is jus slaughter
My wrists look like frozen poland spring
So tell me boys tell me boys who u think messin with
I get money out da ass, dats sum 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 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 for da burn
So I her knee pads for da rug
It's scar gang the chain of the lifestyle
U dudes get wiped out

Uh I get money like a
darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got
You got
You got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money a *muf**ka*
Yeaa money u ain't never see
I got
You got
You ain't got 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 babayy
My don't fold nor bends
Mercedes maybach, black
And I gota 4-4 and a k 8-stacks
F**k yo city yo town I state facts, dat
No, yet like diddy take dat
Wait I hate rats
I clean dem out ajax
Got like A fax machine

Damn I mean
don
After thine will be non
I mean dere will be nun
I be one
Of dat greatest things u felt you ever seen
Or heard carter-d ya'll scared
Not me
Not I
me young popeye
Tell bruno I'm a
I'll bring ral to your
Damn I mean 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 don't want my
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 foot 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 gettin money a mutherf**ka
Yeaa money u ain't see *yeaa
uh
You got nuthin on me

Yeaa im gettin money a muf**ka
Shades darker den a 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