Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no delaying so you saying yo
Ni**as ain't paying so I just been 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 flipping
And my bi**hes is too live like Campbell
And I'm spitting this s**t though like I chew
(Verse)
Shimmy ya shimmy yay
I'ma kick a ni**a in his
I'ma stick a 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 respect all of my martians
That's why give me space muthaf**ka
Know you see what's up in my hand so you sayin wo
I put yo f**king brains all on the dashboard
You not in my lane you on the crash course
And you froggy leap I'm kidnapping yo tadpoles
I can't remember the bi**h name I f**ked my last show
When I say my low I'm just telling a bad joke
hair dont care, no shirt like Fabio
Little ni**a dread locks with a d**k with an
Oooh Ahh, I got you all in
I make her (Ooh Ahh) and now she on my
I'm my
We on your 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 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 ain't dead, fake ya
I playing, I'ma hit you with no delaying and I ain't paying ho
I come through me and my looking like
This is a Gucci falling from the sky
Let's get rich what? Boy, I rich since 1995
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 they can't find your body, like the in the bed
is it, boy, you done dug yoself a hole
That's a pit, boy, that's s**t, boy
Uh, type of a ni**a slap you with the tooley-oh
It ain't about you smoke, it's about who you smoke
My homeboy Hoody, yo, he moody, yo
I him no bullet folks, he still do it tho
give you a funeral, you won't be viewable
When Tunechi thru the door, them hoes get super soaked
Now do you really wanna party me?
Let me sees got fo me
Aye, do you wanna party with me?
In we trust! Puffing on that stuff, eyes low than..hungs
They don't f**k with us cuz they know that we not the
Boy, we got guns, get a holing s**t out from none
Yo, it's money, my ni**a, you know we bout to bust
And everybody armed, armed than Octopus
Write my name on my cups, so ni**a not to touch
Every time I bust a rhyme, another one bites the
Tunechi!