Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is not why you're here?

Uh, uh, huh
Turn the up
me down
Guru, let's go get 'em
This time it's for the money my
stand up

There's never been a nigga good for this long
hood
Or pop is hot
Or strong
With so many different
This ones for song
The next one switch up
one will get bit up
These
To to make up shit
crazy
They don't paint
just trace me
You what
Soon they forget who they
They whole from
And try to the outcome
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For myself and
I say a big verse I'm only up my brother
up my borough
I'm big to do it
I'm that
I know my own flow is foolish
So the rings and things you about
em out
It's to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in, new
Deuce
A few
What can I tell you
Let me it for you
W-I-Double
truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for
New York's
Prime Minister back to finish my up

What can I say?
more can I do?
I this all to you
I know this much is
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
What can I say to you
You it all

You already know I'm about
Flying down south
wet off the step
Purple in the drought
on hoes
Brushing off my
But nothing on my clothes
my chain
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they patrol I payroll
paid for
Friends they
Private jets down to and Caheos
case loads
I don't give a
Nigga one life to live I let a day go
Bye
me being fly
Fresh to
Head to toe the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys I'm plus
Give me a crisp pair of nigga button ups
S dots on my
Make a cipher
What more can I say play the beat

We gonna let ride into the hook
I'ma snap my on this one
more can I say to you?
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you know ass is
When got you in a mag
For like a billi
And your ass Lilly

That mean that shit you must be illy
Either or your flow is silly
both
I don't mean to
But damn if I brag
Them crackers gonna act like I on they ads
The Martha
That's far Jewish
Far a Harvard student
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not through it
In fact I'm previewing it
This ain't the show I'm just it
One, two and I stop abusing it
To groupie girls stop false it
to the music
The Maybach is translucent
got a problem Houston
up be
They can't up me
down I
Not P.E.
I'ma
God me for my brash delivery
But I remember
these streets did to me
So me
these clowns nit pick at me
Paint me a pickiny
I literally
Tee-Tee in the forehead
Tell her forgive me
squeeze until your forehead
I'm not the one to score off
In
I got a joint to knock your off

Hova the God blast for me
I'm at the Trump
Ask for me
I never scared
I'm
You ain't there
Nigga why I ever care
for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
Excluding
what I embody
The soul of a hustler I ran the street
I mine
That marketing was me
And no I ain't get shot up a bunch of times
Or make up shit in a bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta
But the real shit you get you bust down my lines
Add to the fact I went plat a bunch of times
that by my influence
On pop
I supposed to be one on everybody's list
We'll see what happens when I no exist
Fuck

(What can I say?)