Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you no delaying so what you saying yo
Ni**as ain't paying so I been laying low
I'm all about famo Marlin Brando
My bi**h go commando, I'm in command
I hit you ammo, as a Lambo
I with her pu**y hole like flipping channels
And my bi**hes is too live like Luther
And I'm spitting this s**t like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
Shimmy shimmy ya yay
I'ma a ni**a in his mouth
I'ma stick a in his mouth, kissy face
lose the weight in the drought, Ricki Lake
I'ma put get the and put it out, Em & Dre
f**k her sisters and her mom, Kim & Ye
They all my artistry like Hemingway
And they respect all of my
That's why they give me muthaf**ka
Know you see what's up in my hand so you sayin wo
Cause I put yo f**king brains all on the
You not in my f**king you on the crash course
And you feeling froggy leap I'm kidnapping yo
I can't the bi**h name I f**ked after my last show
When I say my cash low I'm telling a bad joke
Long hair care, no shirt like Fabio
Little ni**a dread locks with a d**k an afro
Ahh, I got you all in check
I make her (Ooh Ahh) and now she on my
I'm my
We riding on set
And we can shoot out till quiet on the set
Boo ya Stu Scott and peace up where he rest
Bitch I'm groundbreaking and I'm taking baby
I'm about to bust a rhyme, nod yo head and break ya
I'ma kill these motherf**kas, you ain't dead, ya death
I ain't playing, hit you with no delaying and I ain't paying ho
I come through me and my looking like
is a what? Gucci falling from the sky
Let's get what? Boy, I been rich since 1995
you been boy
Money and I'm about to send a invoice to them boys
Yea I'm of this 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 they find your body, like the sack in the bed
This is it, boy, you done dug a hole
That's a pit, boy, white s**t, boy
Uh, type of a ni**a that'll slap you with the
It about what you smoke, it's about who you smoke
My Hoody, yo, he real moody, yo
I tell him no bullet folks, he do it tho
They give you a funeral, you won't be
When Tunechi come the door, them hoes get super soaked
Now do you really wanna with me?
Let me whatcha got fo me
Aye, do you really party with me?
In Squad we trust! Puffing on 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 out from none
Yo, it's young money, my ni**a, you know we bout to
And everybody armed, armed than Octopus
Write my name on my cups, so know not to touch
Every time I bust a rhyme, one bites the dust
Tunechi!