Luyện nghe bài hát U.O.E.N.O.

[Verse 1: Lamar]
I fucked up the rap game and you even know it
I just fucked what's her and you ain't even know it
She got a *censored* tattoo and you ain't know it
We about to form a little groupie and you even know it, let's get it
in a rock and a hard place
Eminem, Pac and where God
Timberlands pop jaw bone
Now nigga tell me how that tar taste
And even Tarzan can get on,
I never hung out with the mouth
You got a mouth
And dead body gon' smell foul when it fouls out
She filed my nails in the
We found ourselves in the
She God, meditation and peace
I found myself a condom
You know everybody having them
It's a beautiful thing it ain't
If a rapper monogamous, you know what the is?
Too bitches got rabies
And I hate a ho hoppin'
pussy-poppin' woman
You fuckin' don't know about you
But my dick 70 years on it
Anything after that is a bonus
And I been in the lab with my
And since Sway swayed that list
He got a the next morning
Tell 'em I need my credit it's due
Tell 'em I my lettuce when it's new
Tell 'em I got a fetish for fabric Franklins and saying, "Fuck you"
Tell 'em it's TDE 'til I'm in that grave
And Top Dawg is
my nigga Whoo Kid get free, ain't shit comin' for free
I'm 'bout to rape you 'til you recoup

2: ScHoolboy Q]
It's a groovy nigga, that's all day, hold, three grams
Got a six-shooter, that spinning, shell stuck inside, but won't jam
This here about two stacks, hell yeah that bitch could gon' go ham
in her drink, but she asked me to and oh yeah I got this on cam
Gangsta nigga, no trap beats, bet I still sound that new shit
Originality in my blueprint, still Figg side, pimp
Her big ass where my hit, pull my dick out, she gon' balm it
Swag all through the world, slide through the sea on a comet
O-X-Y for these morons, that be that new shit I'm
Raise off of them pockets, bring of them coffins
These ain't popping, tell them old niggas to move on
Aw damn I done said it, all can beheaded

[Verse 3:
She ain't single but she solo, you even know it
Unsigned with out shows, you ain't even know it
My lips but they ain't chapped, she ain't even know that
Let's sex, she said, "Yes", you know she ain't "no" that
Seed of life on my chest, my head to her breast
My mind all in the clouds, bought an ounce of the best
No talking when I'm off that
I came quick so she
You know I'm good for round
But it's hard when everybody on your
Know real niggas that's crips, I know real that's bloods
Know real that's thugging like you ain't know what's up
Got codeine in my cup, got a couple checks need cashing
And you could take that to the bank, life without a balance?
You ain't know it, nigga I be everywhere you ain't even going
I thought it was snowing, but I'm just the coldest out here flowin'
Sick of all that y'all been promoting, but
Carson in the house
Del Amo, watch your motherfucking
I took the by storm, just to X men out
I'm out my mind, I put my life on the line
The tortoise only makes progress when his sticks out
Just a little token of if you ain't know it, though

[Verse 4: Jay
Respect, I get the
I'm so dope I'm a walking
36 Os, you don't even know I'm gettin' cheese like
You mad we BMFing, bitch-ass niggas steady PMSing
I never show my hands, can't know my
Gotta keep them
Rock, I was off the
Now a nigga like a four and a half
up the set like Spielberg
See the big picture when them flash
I don't post a lot on
That's the quickest way get you man
Leave that shit for the man
Alphabet boys, get your ass
IRS, was on a nigga
Cashed them out, not I'm
Got my passport in my JanSport, now I'm
You even know it
Rock killin' this shit, no gloves, no mask on me
100 thousand cash on me
Back then, I was bad, homie
All my bad now
My old hoes try to tabs on me
to say I'm the man now
Fuck ass just stand down
'Fore the go up and it's man down
down, still popping
No prescription, I'm
Suplex a pussy, I've been off the
Too late to push me, I ain't fell off
Used to move Flakes like Kellogg's
Pull up to the bank, count like tellers
Top Dawg, Money Gang, bitch, we've on
Clothesline the beat, nigga, Cena
Been having stripes, can't in my Adidas
Kicked in the door, hand on the
Black Hippy shit, gon' bleed 'em

[Outro:
I'm turned up day, you don't even know it
Got your with me right now, you don't even know it
We turn up in the club, you don't even it
Got a hundred bottles comin', you don't even it
We came up from nothin', you don't even it
Drive a half a million dollar car, you even know it
This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you even know it
Got a bitch that speak no English, she even know it
This a dollar pair of shoes, you don't even know it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean, you don't know it
This a a million dollar car, you don't even know it
I came up from the bottom, you don't know it
My niggas all ride me on, you don't even know it
Got killers with me right now, you don't even it
This a million watch nigga, you don't even know it
Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don't even it