Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no delaying so what you yo
Ni**as ain't paying so I been laying low
I'm all about famo like Brando
My bi**h go commando, I'm in though
I hit you ammo, quick as a
I with her pu**y hole like flipping channels
And my bi**hes is too live like Campbell
And I'm spitting this s**t though like I chew
(Verse)
Shimmy ya shimmy yay
I'ma kick a ni**a in his
I'ma stick a in his mouth, kissy face
I'ma 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 respect all my artistry like
And respect all of my martians
why they give me space muthaf**ka
Know you see what's up in my hand so what you wo
Cause I put yo f**king all on the dashboard
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 bi**h name I f**ked my last show
When I say my cash low I'm just a bad joke
Long hair dont care, no shirt like
Little ni**a dread with a d**k with 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 it's on the set
Boo ya like Stu Scott and peace up 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 motherf**kas, you ain't dead, fake ya death
I ain't playing, I'ma hit you with no delaying and I ain't ho
I come me and my woes looking like
is a what? Gucci falling from the sky
Let's get rich what? Boy, I been rich since
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 up and fair, put some guap on yo head
Now they can't find your body, like the in the bed
This is it, boy, you dug yoself a hole
That's a pit, boy, white s**t, boy
Uh, type of a ni**a slap you with the tooley-oh
It ain't about what you smoke, it's about who you
My Hoody, yo, he real moody, yo
I tell him no folks, he still do it tho
They give you a funeral, you be viewable
Tunechi come thru the door, them hoes get super soaked
Now do you really wanna 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
They 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 everybody armed, more armed than
Write my name on my cups, so ni**a know not to
time I bust a rhyme, another one bites the dust
Tunechi!