Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is this not why you're

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

There's been a nigga this good for this long
This
Or pop is hot
Or strong
With so many flows
This for this song
The next one I'll up
one will get bit up
These
To lazy to up shit
They
don't paint pictures
They just me
You what
Soon forget who they plucked
They whole style
And try to reverse the
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For and others
I say a big verse I'm only biggin' up my
up my borough
I'm big to do it
I'm thorough
I know my own flow is foolish
So the rings and you sing about
em out
It's hard to when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in, new
seaters
A few
What can I tell you
Let me it for you
L-I-E
Nobody truer than
And I'm for more
New ambassador
Prime Minister back to my business up

What more can I
What 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 know what I'm about
Flying down south
Moving wet off the
Purple in the drought
on hoes
Brushing off my
But ain't on my clothes
my chain
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
if they patrol I make payroll
Benz for
Friends roll
Private jets down to and Caheos
Chrys case
I give a shit
Nigga one life to live I let a day go
Bye
Without me fly
Fresh to
Head to toe until the day I
And I don't wear jerseys I'm plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans button ups
S on my feet
Make a complete
What can I say Guru play the beat

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

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

That mean shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is
It's
I don't to boast
But damn if I don't
crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ads
The Martha
far from Jewish
Far from a student
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not through it
In I'm just previewing it
This ain't the show I'm just it
One, two and I stop abusing it
To girls stop false accusing it
to the music
The Maybach is translucent
Niggas got a problem
up be
They can't up me
down I
Not P.E.
I'ma
God forgive me for my delivery
But I vividly
What these did to me
So me
these clowns nit pick at me
Paint me a pickiny
I literally
Kiss in the forehead
her please forgive me
Then squeeze until your
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 scared
I'm
You never there
Nigga why I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the to ever come around here
Excluding
what I embody
The of a hustler I really ran the street
I mine
That plan was me
And no I get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up in a whole bunch of lines
And I animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust my lines
Add that to the fact I plat a bunch of times
Times by my influence
On pop
I to be number one on everybody's list
We'll see happens when I no longer exist
this

(What can I say?)