Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no so what you saying yo
Ni**as ain't so I just 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 play with her pu**y hole like channels
And my bi**hes is too live like Luther
And I'm spitting s**t though like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
Shimmy shimmy ya yay
I'ma a ni**a in his mouth
stick a semi 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 like Hemingway
And respect all of my martians
why they give me space muthaf**ka
Know you see up in my hand so what you sayin wo
Cause I put yo f**king all on the dashboard
You not in my f**king you on the crash course
And you feeling froggy leap I'm kidnapping yo
I can't remember the bi**h name I after my last show
When I say my low I'm just telling a bad joke
Long dont care, no shirt like Fabio
Little dread 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 riding on set
And we can out till it's quiet on the set
Boo ya like Stu and peace up where he rest
Bitch I'm groundbreaking and I'm taking baby
I'm about to a rhyme, nod yo head and break ya neck
I'ma these motherf**kas, you ain't dead, fake ya death
I ain't playing, I'ma hit you with no delaying and I paying ho
I come through me and my woes like
This is a what? falling from the sky
Let's get rich what? Boy, I been rich since
you been boy
Money and I'm about to send a invoice 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 boot
Yeah, I'm tied up and fair, put some guap on yo
Now can't find your body, like the sack in the bed
This is it, boy, you done dug yoself a
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 you smoke, it's about who you smoke
My Hoody, yo, he real moody, yo
I tell him no folks, he still do it tho
They you a funeral, you won't be viewable
Tunechi come thru the door, them hoes get super soaked
Now do you really party with me?
Let me whatcha got fo me
Aye, do you wanna party with me?
In Squad we trust! on that stuff, eyes low than..hungs
They don't 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 than Octopus
Write my on my cups, so ni**a know not to touch
time I bust a rhyme, another one bites the dust
Tunechi!