Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no delaying so you saying yo
ain't paying so I just been laying low
I'm all about like Marlin Brando
My go commando, I'm in command though
I hit you ammo, as a Lambo
I play her pu**y hole like flipping channels
And my is too live like Luther Campbell
And I'm this s**t 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, kissy
I'ma lose the weight in the drought, Lake
put get the white and put it out, Em & Dre
I'ma her sisters and her mom, Kim & Ye
They all my artistry like Hemingway
And respect all of my martians
That's why give me space muthaf**ka
you see what's up in my hand so what you sayin wo
Cause I put yo 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 can't remember the bi**h name I f**ked after my show
When I say my cash low I'm telling a bad joke
Long hair care, no shirt like Fabio
Little ni**a locks with a d**k with an afro
Ahh, I got you all in check
I her (Ooh Ahh) and now she on my breath
I'm my
We on your set
And we can shoot out till it's on the set
Boo ya like Stu Scott and up where he rest
Bitch I'm 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 playing, I'ma hit you with no delaying and I ain't paying ho
I come through me and my looking like
This is a what? Gucci from the sky
Let's get rich what? Boy, I rich since 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, leave yo brains in yo tips
Yeah, I'm tied up and fair, put some on yo head
Now they can't find body, like the sack in the bed
is it, boy, you done dug yoself 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 him no bullet folks, he still do it tho
They give you a funeral, you be viewable
When Tunechi thru the door, them hoes get super soaked
Now do you really party with me?
Let me whatcha got fo me
Aye, do you really wanna with me?
In Squad we trust! Puffing on that stuff, 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 money, my ni**a, you know we bout to bust
And everybody armed, more armed Octopus
Write my on my cups, so ni**a know not to touch
time I bust a rhyme, another one bites the dust
Tunechi!