Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no so what you saying yo
Ni**as ain't paying so I been laying low
I'm all famo like 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 live like Luther
And I'm this s**t though like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
Shimmy shimmy ya yay
kick a ni**a in his mouth
I'ma stick a in his mouth, kissy face
I'ma lose the in the drought, Ricki Lake
I'ma put get the and put it out, Em & Dre
I'ma her sisters and her mom, Kim & Ye
They respect all my artistry Hemingway
And they all of my martians
That's why they give me space
Know you see up in my hand so what you sayin wo
Cause I put yo brains all on the dashboard
You not in my lane you on the crash course
And you feeling leap I'm kidnapping yo tadpoles
I remember 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 dont care, no shirt 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 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
I'ma kill these motherf**kas, you ain't dead, ya death
I ain't playing, I'ma hit you with no delaying and I ain't ho
I come through me and my looking like
This is a Gucci falling 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 invoice to them
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 tied up and fair, put guap on yo head
Now can't 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 about what you smoke, it's who you smoke
My Hoody, yo, he real moody, yo
I him no bullet folks, he still do it tho
give you a funeral, you won't be viewable
When Tunechi come thru the door, them hoes get super
Now do you really party with me?
Let me whatcha got fo me
Aye, do you wanna party with me?
In Squad we trust! Puffing on that stuff, low than..hungs
They don't f**k with us cuz they know 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, more than Octopus
Write my name on my cups, so ni**a know not to
Every time I bust a rhyme, another one the dust
Tunechi!