Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no delaying so you saying yo
Ni**as ain't paying so I just laying low
I'm all about famo like Marlin
My bi**h go commando, I'm in command
I hit you ammo, as a Lambo
I play with her pu**y hole flipping channels
And my bi**hes is too like Luther Campbell
And I'm spitting s**t though like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
Shimmy shimmy ya yay
I'ma kick a ni**a in his
I'ma a semi in his mouth, kissy face
I'ma lose the weight in the drought, Lake
put get the white and put it out, Em & Dre
I'ma f**k her and her mom, Kim & Ye
They respect all my artistry Hemingway
And respect all of my martians
why they give me space muthaf**ka
Know you see what's up in my so what you sayin wo
I put yo f**king brains all on the dashboard
You not in my f**king lane you on the crash
And you feeling leap I'm kidnapping yo tadpoles
I remember the bi**h name I f**ked after my last show
When I say my cash low I'm just a bad joke
hair dont care, no shirt like Fabio
Little ni**a dread locks with a d**k an afro
Ahh, I got you all in check
I her (Ooh Ahh) and now she on my breath
I'm my
We riding on set
And we can shoot out till it's on the set
Boo ya like Stu and peace up where he rest
I'm groundbreaking and I'm taking baby steps
I'm about to a rhyme, nod yo head and break ya neck
I'ma kill these motherf**kas, you ain't dead, ya death
I ain't playing, I'ma hit you with no delaying and I ain't ho
I come through me and my woes looking
This is a Gucci falling from the sky
Let's get rich what? Boy, I been since 1995
Where you boy
talks and I'm about to send a invoice to them boys
Yea I'm tried of bullshit
I'm I'm too lit
I aim at yo toothpick, leave yo in yo boot tips
Yeah, I'm up and fair, put some guap on yo head
Now can't find your body, like the sack in the bed
This is it, boy, you dug yoself a hole
That's a pit, boy, white s**t, boy
Uh, type of a ni**a that'll you with the tooley-oh
It ain't about what you smoke, it's who you smoke
My Hoody, yo, he real moody, yo
I tell him no bullet folks, he do it tho
They you a funeral, you won't be viewable
When Tunechi thru the door, them hoes get super soaked
Now do you wanna party with me?
Let me sees got fo me
Aye, do you wanna party with me?
In we trust! Puffing on that stuff, eyes low than..hungs
don't f**k with us cuz they know that we not the ones
Boy, we got them guns, get a holing s**t out none
Yo, it's young money, my ni**a, you know we to bust
And everybody armed, armed than Octopus
Write my name on my cups, so ni**a know not to
Every I bust a rhyme, another one bites the dust
Tunechi!