Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no delaying so what you yo
ain't paying so I just been laying low
I'm all about famo like Brando
My bi**h go commando, I'm in command
I hit you ammo, quick as a
I with her pu**y hole like flipping channels
And my is too live like Luther Campbell
And I'm spitting this s**t like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
shimmy ya shimmy yay
I'ma kick a in his mouth
I'ma stick a semi in his mouth, face
I'ma the weight in the drought, Ricki Lake
put get the white 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 me space muthaf**ka
Know you see what's up in my 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 can't remember the bi**h name I f**ked after my last
When I say my cash low I'm just a bad joke
Long hair dont care, no like Fabio
Little ni**a locks with a d**k 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 out till it's quiet on the set
Boo ya Stu Scott and peace up where he rest
Bitch I'm groundbreaking and I'm baby steps
I'm about to bust a rhyme, nod yo head and 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 me and my woes looking like
is a what? Gucci falling from the sky
Let's get rich what? Boy, I been since 1995
Where you boy
Money talks and I'm about to send a invoice to boys
Yea I'm tried of this
I'm I'm too lit
I aim at yo toothpick, leave yo brains in yo tips
Yeah, I'm tied up and fair, put some on yo head
Now they can't find your body, the sack in the bed
This is it, boy, you dug yoself a hole
That's a pit, boy, white s**t, boy
Uh, type of a that'll slap you with the tooley-oh
It ain't about what you smoke, about who you smoke
My Hoody, yo, he real moody, yo
I him no bullet folks, he still do it tho
They give you a funeral, you be viewable
Tunechi come thru the door, them hoes get super soaked
Now do you really wanna with me?
Let me whatcha got fo me
Aye, do you really wanna with me?
In we trust! Puffing on that 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 s**t out none
Yo, it's young money, my ni**a, you know we to bust
And everybody armed, more than Octopus
Write my on my cups, so ni**a know not to touch
Every time I bust a rhyme, one bites the dust
Tunechi!