Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you no delaying so what you saying yo
Ni**as ain't paying so I just been low
I'm all about famo 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 flipping
And my bi**hes is too live like Campbell
And I'm spitting this though like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
Shimmy shimmy ya yay
kick a ni**a in his mouth
I'ma stick a semi in his mouth, 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 like Hemingway
And they respect all of my
why they give me space muthaf**ka
Know you see what's up in my hand so what you wo
I put yo f**king brains all on the dashboard
You not in my f**king lane you on the course
And you feeling 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 Fabio
Little ni**a dread locks with a d**k 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 till it's on the set
Boo ya like Stu Scott and peace up where he
Bitch I'm groundbreaking and I'm baby steps
I'm about to bust a rhyme, nod yo head and break ya
I'ma kill motherf**kas, you ain't dead, fake ya death
I ain't playing, I'ma hit you with no and I ain't paying ho
I through me and my woes looking like
is a what? 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 boys
Yea I'm of this bullshit
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 guap on yo head
Now they can't find 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 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 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! Puffing on stuff, eyes low than..hungs
They don't f**k with us cuz they that 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 to bust
And everybody armed, armed than Octopus
my name on my cups, so ni**a know not to touch
Every I bust a rhyme, another one bites the dust
Tunechi!