Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no delaying so what you yo
Ni**as ain't paying so I just laying low
I'm all famo like Marlin Brando
My bi**h go commando, I'm in though
I hit you ammo, quick as a
I with her pu**y hole like flipping channels
And my bi**hes is too live Luther Campbell
And I'm spitting this though like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
Shimmy shimmy ya yay
I'ma a ni**a in his mouth
I'ma stick a semi in his mouth, kissy
lose the weight in the drought, Ricki Lake
I'ma put get the and put it out, Em & Dre
I'ma her sisters and her mom, Kim & Ye
They respect all my artistry like
And respect all of my martians
That's why give me space muthaf**ka
Know you see what's up in my hand so what you wo
Cause I put yo brains all on the dashboard
You not in my lane you on the crash course
And you feeling froggy leap I'm yo tadpoles
I can't remember the bi**h name I f**ked my last show
When I say my low I'm just telling a bad joke
Long dont care, no shirt like Fabio
Little ni**a locks with a d**k with an afro
Ahh, I got you all in check
I make her (Ooh Ahh) and now she on my
I'm my
We on your set
And we can shoot out it's quiet on the set
Boo ya like Stu Scott and up where he rest
Bitch I'm groundbreaking and I'm 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 paying ho
I come through me and my woes like
This is a Gucci falling from the sky
Let's get what? Boy, I been rich 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 tied up and fair, put some guap on yo
Now they find your body, like the sack in the bed
This is it, boy, you dug yoself a hole
That's a pit, boy, that's s**t, boy
Uh, type of a that'll slap you with the tooley-oh
It ain't about you smoke, it's about who you smoke
My homeboy Hoody, yo, he moody, yo
I him no bullet folks, he still do it tho
give you a funeral, you won't be viewable
When Tunechi come thru the door, hoes get super soaked
Now do you really wanna party me?
Let me sees got fo me
Aye, do you really wanna with me?
In we trust! Puffing on that stuff, eyes low than..hungs
They don't f**k us cuz they know that we not the ones
Boy, we got guns, get a holing s**t out from none
Yo, it's young money, my ni**a, you know we bout to
And everybody armed, more armed Octopus
Write my name on my cups, so ni**a know not to
Every time I bust a rhyme, one bites the dust
Tunechi!