Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no delaying so you saying yo
Ni**as ain't paying so I been laying low
I'm all about famo Marlin Brando
My go commando, I'm in command though
I hit you ammo, as a Lambo
I play with her pu**y hole like channels
And my bi**hes is too like Luther Campbell
And I'm spitting s**t though like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
Shimmy shimmy ya yay
I'ma kick a ni**a in his
I'ma a semi in his mouth, kissy face
I'ma the weight in the drought, Ricki 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 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 lane you on the course
And you froggy leap I'm kidnapping yo tadpoles
I can't remember the name 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 locks with a d**k with an
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 out till it's quiet on the set
Boo ya Stu Scott and peace up where he rest
I'm groundbreaking and I'm taking baby steps
I'm about to bust a rhyme, nod yo head and break ya
I'ma kill these motherf**kas, you ain't dead, fake ya
I ain't playing, hit you with no delaying and I ain't paying ho
I come through me and my woes looking
This is a what? falling from the sky
Let's get rich Boy, I been rich since 1995
Where you boy
talks 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 brains in yo tips
Yeah, I'm up and fair, put some guap 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, white s**t, boy
Uh, type of a ni**a that'll you with the tooley-oh
It ain't about what you smoke, about who you smoke
My Hoody, yo, he real moody, yo
I him no bullet folks, he still do it tho
They you a funeral, you won't be viewable
When Tunechi come the door, them hoes get super soaked
Now do you really party with me?
Let me sees got fo me
Aye, do you really wanna party me?
In Squad we trust! Puffing on stuff, eyes low than..hungs
They don't f**k with us cuz they know we not the ones
Boy, we got them guns, get a s**t out from none
Yo, it's money, my ni**a, you know we bout to bust
And everybody armed, more armed Octopus
Write my name on my cups, so ni**a know not to
Every time I bust a rhyme, another one the dust
Tunechi!