Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no delaying so what you yo
Ni**as ain't paying so I just laying low
I'm all about famo like Marlin
My bi**h go commando, I'm in command
I hit you ammo, as a Lambo
I play with her pu**y hole like flipping
And my bi**hes is too live Luther Campbell
And I'm spitting s**t though like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
Shimmy ya shimmy yay
I'ma kick a ni**a in his
I'ma a semi in his mouth, kissy face
I'ma lose the weight in the drought, Ricki
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 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 all on the dashboard
You not in my f**king lane you on the course
And you feeling froggy leap I'm yo tadpoles
I can't remember the bi**h I f**ked after my last show
When I say my cash low I'm telling a bad joke
hair dont care, no shirt like Fabio
Little ni**a dread locks with a d**k 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 shoot out till it's on the set
Boo ya Stu Scott and peace up where 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 these motherf**kas, you dead, fake 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 what? Gucci from the sky
get rich what? Boy, I been rich since 1995
Where you boy
Money talks and I'm to send a invoice to them boys
Yea I'm of this bullshit
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 some on yo head
Now they find your body, like the sack in the bed
This is it, boy, you done dug 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 what you smoke, it's about who you smoke
My homeboy Hoody, yo, he moody, yo
I tell him no folks, he still do it tho
give you a funeral, you won't be viewable
When Tunechi come thru the door, hoes get super soaked
Now do you really party with me?
Let me sees got fo me
Aye, do you wanna party with me?
In Squad we trust! Puffing on stuff, eyes low than..hungs
They don't f**k with us cuz they know that we not the
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, armed than Octopus
Write my name on my cups, so ni**a know not to
Every time I bust a rhyme, one bites the dust
Tunechi!