Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no so what you saying yo
Ni**as ain't paying so I been laying low
I'm all about famo like Brando
My bi**h go commando, I'm in though
I hit you ammo, as a Lambo
I play with her pu**y hole flipping channels
And my bi**hes is too like Luther Campbell
And I'm spitting this s**t like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
shimmy ya shimmy yay
I'ma a ni**a in his mouth
I'ma stick a semi in his mouth, face
I'ma lose the weight in the drought, Ricki
I'ma put get the and put it out, Em & Dre
I'ma f**k her and her mom, Kim & Ye
They all my artistry 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 brains all on the
You not in my f**king lane you on the course
And you feeling froggy I'm kidnapping yo tadpoles
I remember the bi**h name I f**ked after my last show
When I say my cash low I'm telling a bad joke
Long hair dont care, no shirt Fabio
Little ni**a dread locks with a d**k with an
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 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 motherf**kas, you ain't dead, fake ya death
I ain't playing, I'ma hit you no delaying and I ain't paying ho
I come through me and my looking like
This is a what? Gucci falling the sky
Let's get 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 tried of this
I'm I'm too lit
I aim at yo toothpick, leave yo brains in yo boot
Yeah, I'm up and fair, put some guap on yo head
Now they find your body, like the sack in the bed
This is it, boy, you done dug yoself a
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 tell him no folks, he still do it tho
They give you a funeral, you be viewable
When come thru the door, them hoes get super soaked
Now do you really wanna with me?
Let me sees 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 them guns, get a holing s**t out none
Yo, young money, my ni**a, you know we bout to bust
And everybody armed, more armed Octopus
Write my name on my cups, so ni**a know not to
Every time I bust a rhyme, another one the dust
Tunechi!