Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no so what you saying yo
Ni**as paying so I just been laying low
I'm all about famo like Marlin
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 this s**t though like I tobacco
(Verse)
Shimmy ya shimmy yay
I'ma kick 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
f**k her sisters and her mom, Kim & Ye
They respect all my artistry like
And they all of my martians
why they give me space muthaf**ka
Know you see up in my hand so what you sayin wo
I put yo f**king brains all on the dashboard
You not in my f**king you on the crash course
And you froggy leap I'm kidnapping yo tadpoles
I can't the bi**h name I f**ked after my last show
I say my cash low I'm just telling a bad joke
Long hair dont care, no shirt like
Little ni**a dread locks with a with an afro
Oooh Ahh, I got you all in
I her (Ooh Ahh) and now she on my breath
I'm my
We riding on set
And we can shoot out it's quiet on the set
Boo ya like Stu Scott and peace up he rest
I'm groundbreaking and I'm taking baby steps
I'm to bust a rhyme, nod yo head and break ya neck
I'ma kill these motherf**kas, you 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? Gucci falling the sky
Let's get rich Boy, I been 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, leave yo brains in yo boot
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 you with the tooley-oh
It ain't about what you smoke, about who you smoke
My homeboy Hoody, yo, he moody, yo
I tell him no folks, he still do it tho
They give you a funeral, you won't be
When 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 really wanna party me?
In Squad we trust! Puffing on that stuff, low than..hungs
They don't with us cuz they know that we not the ones
Boy, we got guns, get a holing s**t out from none
Yo, it's young money, my ni**a, you know we bout to
And armed, more armed than Octopus
Write my name on my cups, so ni**a not to touch
Every time I a rhyme, another one bites the dust
Tunechi!