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 laying low
I'm all about famo Marlin Brando
My bi**h go commando, I'm in though
I hit you ammo, quick as a
I play with her hole like flipping channels
And my bi**hes is too live like Luther
And I'm spitting s**t though like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
Shimmy shimmy ya yay
I'ma kick a in his mouth
stick a semi in his mouth, kissy face
I'ma the weight in the drought, Ricki Lake
put get the white and put it out, Em & Dre
I'ma f**k her and her mom, Kim & Ye
They respect all my like Hemingway
And respect all of my martians
That's why they give me space
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 f**king lane you on the course
And you froggy leap I'm kidnapping yo tadpoles
I can't remember the name I f**ked after my last show
When I say my cash low I'm just telling a bad
hair dont care, no shirt 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 shoot out it's quiet on the set
Boo ya like Stu and peace up where he rest
I'm groundbreaking and I'm taking baby steps
I'm about to bust a rhyme, nod yo and break ya neck
I'ma kill motherf**kas, you ain't 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 woes like
is a what? Gucci falling from the sky
Let's get rich 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 can't find your body, the sack in the bed
This is it, boy, you done dug a hole
That's a pit, boy, that's 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 homeboy Hoody, yo, he moody, yo
I him no bullet folks, he still do it tho
They give you a funeral, you won't be
When Tunechi come thru the door, them hoes get super
Now do you really party with me?
Let me sees got fo me
Aye, do you really party with me?
In Squad we trust! Puffing on that stuff, low than..hungs
They f**k with us cuz they know 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 armed than
Write my on my cups, so ni**a know not to touch
time I bust a rhyme, another one bites the dust
Tunechi!