Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is this not why here?

Uh, uh, huh
Turn the up
me down
Guru, go get 'em again
time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn up

never been a nigga this good for this long
This
Or pop is hot
Or this
With so different flows
This ones for song
The next one I'll up
one will get bit up
These
To lazy to up shit
crazy
They don't pictures
They trace me
You know
Soon they forget who they
They style 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 thorough
Plus I my own flow is foolish
So the rings and you sing about
em out
It's hard to yell the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in, new
seaters
A few
more can I tell you
Let me it for you
L-I-E
Nobody than H-O-V
And I'm back for
New York's
Prime Minister to finish my business up

What more can I
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 what I'm
Flying down south
Moving wet off the
Purple Rain in the
on hoes
Brushing off my
But ain't nothing on my
Except my
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they I make payroll
Benz for
Friends they
Private down to Turks and Caheos
Chrys loads
I don't a shit
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 of jeans nigga button ups
S on my feet
Make a cipher
What can I say Guru play the beat

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

Now you know ass is
they got you in a mag
For like half a
And ass ain't Lilly

That mean that shit you write must be
that or your flow is silly
It's
I mean to boast
But damn if I brag
Them crackers gonna act I ain't on they ads
The Stewart
That's far from
Far from a Harvard
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not with it
In I'm just previewing it
This ain't the I'm just EQ'in it
One, two and I won't abusing it
To girls stop false accusing it
Back to the
The Maybach is translucent
Niggas got a Houston
up be
They shut up me
Shut I
Not P.E.
I'ma
God forgive me for my delivery
But I remember
What these did to me
So me
Letting clowns nit pick at me
Paint me a pickiny
I will
Tee-Tee in the forehead
Tell her please me
Then squeeze until your
I'm not the one to points off
In
I got a to knock your points off

Hova the God blast for me
I'm at the Trump
Ask for me
I ain't scared
I'm
You ain't there
why would I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best to come around here
nobody
Look I embody
The of a hustler I really ran the street
I CEO's
That plan was me
And no I ain't get up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Rhymes
But the real shit you get you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat a of times
Times by my influence
On pop
I to be number one on everybody's list
We'll see what happens when I no longer
Fuck

(What can I say?)