Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you no delaying so what you saying yo
Ni**as paying so I just been laying low
I'm all famo like Marlin Brando
My bi**h go commando, I'm in though
I hit you ammo, as a Lambo
I play with her pu**y like flipping channels
And my is too live like Luther Campbell
And I'm spitting this though like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
shimmy ya shimmy yay
I'ma a ni**a in his mouth
I'ma stick a semi in his mouth, 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
respect all my artistry like Hemingway
And they all of my martians
That's why they 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 f**king you on the crash course
And you feeling leap I'm kidnapping yo tadpoles
I can't remember the bi**h I f**ked after my last show
I say my cash low I'm just telling a bad joke
Long hair care, no shirt like Fabio
Little ni**a dread with a d**k with an afro
Oooh Ahh, I got you all in
I make her (Ooh Ahh) and now she on my
I'm my
We riding on 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 taking steps
I'm about to bust a rhyme, nod yo head and ya neck
I'ma these motherf**kas, you ain't dead, fake ya death
I ain't playing, I'ma hit you no delaying and I ain't paying ho
I come me and my woes looking like
This is a what? falling from the sky
Let's get rich what? Boy, I been rich 1995
you been boy
Money talks and I'm about to send a to them boys
Yea I'm tried of this
I'm I'm too lit
I aim at yo toothpick, yo brains in yo boot tips
Yeah, I'm tied up and fair, put some on yo head
Now can't find your body, like the sack in the bed
is it, boy, you done dug yoself a hole
That's a pit, boy, that's 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 homeboy Hoody, yo, he moody, yo
I tell him no folks, he still do it tho
They give you a funeral, you be viewable
When Tunechi come the door, them hoes get super soaked
Now do you really wanna party me?
Let me whatcha got fo me
Aye, do you wanna party with me?
In Squad we trust! Puffing on that stuff, low than..hungs
They don't f**k with us cuz they know we not the ones
Boy, we got them guns, get a holing out from none
Yo, it's young money, my ni**a, you know we bout to
And everybody armed, more than Octopus
my name on my cups, so ni**a know not to touch
Every time I bust a rhyme, one bites the dust
Tunechi!