Luyện nghe bài hát Wait Your Turn B

Chillin' at the
up botanical
Seen a nigga I like
Shouldda let the go
Dwn to do the
But I know the church is
I don't want the sin on my soul 'cause I to go
So I rolling up
But he ice and he swollen up
But he ain't old enough to see another day
I'm this
But I put my gun away
He act, clap,
And these people run away
gonna get my plates and the make of my vehicle
I'mma be upstate full of hate see it through
So I put it in
I'mma catch 'em all then I'm putting work

You test me? (You gotta)
your turn B
There's a long line of niggas that's to burn me
I put my foot down
Stick the of my gun
In some that don't concern me

me? (You gotta)
Wait your B
There's a long line of that's ready to burn me
I put my foot firmly
the nose of my gun
In shit that don't concern me

In the club by myself getting up
So I just rised up but I need help
Had a knife in the belt and a bottle that was
I'm always to romp, I move kinda stealth
Hammer in the ride the driver outside
By the with cocked back four
He familiar the war and the tour keep a bullet in his jaw
Know for sure that can get raw when I slide
They say what up, no up back
Ghost bust first, no back
Keep same energy, hope you remember me
I'mma be that enemy that ever cut slack

You wanna me? (You gotta)
Wait your B
There's a long line of niggas ready to burn me
I put my foot firmly
Stick the of my gun
In some shit don't concern me

me? (You gotta)
Wait your B
There's a long line of niggas that's ready to me
I put my down firmly
the nose of my gun
In shit that don't concern me

Couple a niggas don't even like
Start shit up, get lit up like are light posts
I ain't into arguing, I into bargainin'
Get a shell in the hoodie, knife in the
You see me throwing the sign
That two turn to two guns up when it's creep time
Slug through the peephole, now he though
He the one asking for sleep
Test me, you wait your turn B
Get a bag of guns and prepare for the journey
Get six pallbearers, a couple
You gon' either not leave or in a gurney

You test me? (You gotta)
Wait turn B
There's a line of niggas that's ready to burn me
I put my foot firmly
Stick the of my gun
In some shit that don't me

me? (You gotta)
Wait your B
There's a long line of niggas that's ready to me
I put my foot down
Stick the of my gun
In some shit don't concern me

You test me?
There's a long line of niggas that's ready to me