Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you no delaying so what you saying yo
Ni**as ain't paying so I just laying low
I'm all about famo like Brando
My bi**h go commando, I'm in though
I hit you ammo, as a Lambo
I play with her pu**y hole like flipping
And my bi**hes is too live like Luther
And I'm spitting this s**t though I chew tobacco
(Verse)
Shimmy ya shimmy yay
I'ma kick a ni**a in his
stick a semi in his mouth, kissy face
I'ma lose the weight in the drought, Ricki
put get the white and put it out, Em & Dre
f**k her sisters and her mom, Kim & Ye
They respect all my artistry Hemingway
And respect all of my martians
That's why they me space muthaf**ka
Know you see up in my hand so what you sayin wo
Cause I put yo f**king all on the dashboard
You not in my lane you on the crash course
And you feeling froggy I'm kidnapping yo tadpoles
I can't remember the bi**h name I after my last show
When I say my cash low I'm telling a bad joke
Long hair care, no shirt like Fabio
Little dread locks 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 baby
I'm to bust a rhyme, nod yo head and break ya neck
kill these motherf**kas, you ain't dead, fake ya death
I ain't playing, I'ma hit you with no delaying and I paying ho
I come through me and my looking like
This is a Gucci falling from the sky
get rich what? Boy, I been rich since 1995
Where you boy
Money talks and I'm about to send a to them boys
Yea I'm of this bullshit
I'm I'm too lit
I aim at yo toothpick, yo brains in yo boot tips
Yeah, I'm up and fair, put some guap on yo head
Now they find your body, like the sack in the bed
This is it, boy, you done dug yoself a
a pit, boy, that's white s**t, boy
Uh, of a ni**a that'll slap you with the tooley-oh
It ain't what you smoke, it's about who you smoke
My homeboy Hoody, yo, he moody, yo
I tell him no bullet folks, he do it tho
They give you a funeral, you won't be
When Tunechi come thru the door, them hoes get super
Now do you really wanna party me?
Let me sees got fo me
Aye, do you really wanna party me?
In Squad we trust! 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 from
Yo, it's young money, my ni**a, you we bout to bust
And armed, more armed than Octopus
my name on my cups, so ni**a know not to touch
Every time I bust a rhyme, another one the dust
Tunechi!