Luyện nghe bài hát U Guessed It

Nigga, I'm 4 The Fucking Wait, it's busy
Racing Ferrari Lil Reginae, that's gangsta
You know I always come in place
You hating, written all over your fuckin'

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga lie
Tell a nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The apologetic, bitch you jealous
Now us our cash and our credit

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Riding like Pablo, still talking that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we leave on a high note
Come out my shell Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil tougher than John Wayne
Make him his name to John Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil G, and my bottom bitch
If i'm falling, it's bottom list, if i'm tripping, it's a power
Her pearl tongue the pearly gates
And what said climb the fence
My other gotta ride the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, i'm fly like my dreadlocks,
I think should like ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And you sleep with the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I mean to ruffle your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get peppered
Got too many pistols, too many issues, too mistakes
Too miscues, only made me better, it turned me into
The man I am today, i'm new and i'm
I got my right, it's just you and a tissue
Suit yourself because this suit is a
Now the snow is just coming in, like I broke a
To an igloo, slow a bitch like un momento
I get screwed than scrutinize
I rather get by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking it's uber
I be advised than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour and expensive wine
In water guns, and each other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but postures I get drunk
And my goons is than gunk, my do's is as bad as my don'ts
Met a of cute bitch with a donk
As long as the bitch got a
And I smell like, pussy, money, and
She said "ool I like cologne"
The niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo wife then the bitch phone
And text you to hurry home
And the rain drops just into blood
It like you just come in from a storm
And if all pussies walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I come that never before
My CMB are dead, I ain't worried about ghost
I married the MOB, we
And all that shit dead with out me of
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was to pass me the torch
it, I'll see you in forbes nigga

I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking
It's busy, searching my calender for better
You either the page, or tear the page
Y M Young nigga, never age