Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

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

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

There's been a nigga this good for this long
hood
Or pop is hot
Or this
so many different flows
This ones for song
The one I'll switch up
This one get bit up
fucks
To to make up shit
crazy
They paint pictures
just trace me
You what
Soon they forget who plucked
whole style from
And try to reverse the
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For myself and
I say a big verse I'm only biggin' up my
up my borough
I'm big to do it
I'm that
Plus I know my own is foolish
So the rings and you sing about
em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in mouth
I'm in, new
Deuce
A few
What more can I you
Let me it for you
W-I-Double
Nobody truer than
And I'm for more
New ambassador
Prime Minister back to my business up

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

You already know what I'm
Flying birds south
Moving wet off the
Purple Rain in the
Stunting on
off my shirt
But ain't nothing on my
Except my
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they patrol I make
Benz for
Friends they
Private jets down to and Caheos
Chrys case
I don't a shit
Nigga one to live I can't let a day go
Bye
me being fly
Fresh to
to toe until the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty
Give me a pair of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my
Make a complete
What more can I say Guru the beat

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

Now you ass is willie
When got you in a mag
For like a billi
And ass ain't Lilly

That mean shit you write must be illy
Either that or flow is silly
It's
I don't to boast
But damn if I don't
Them crackers gonna act like I on they ads
The Stewart
That's far Jewish
Far a Harvard student
had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through it
In fact I'm just it
This ain't the show I'm EQ'in it
One, two and I won't abusing it
To groupie girls false accusing it
Back to the
The Maybach is translucent
got a problem Houston
up be
They shut up me
Shut I
Not P.E.
ride
God forgive me for my delivery
But I remember
What these did to me
So me
Letting these clowns nit at me
Paint me like a
I literally
Tee-Tee in the forehead
Tell her forgive me
Then until your forehead
I'm not the one to points off
In
I got a joint to knock your off

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

(What can I say?)