Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no delaying so what you yo
Ni**as paying so I just been laying low
I'm all famo like Marlin Brando
My go commando, I'm in command 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 this s**t though 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
lose the weight 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 artistry Hemingway
And respect all of my martians
That's why they give me space
you see what's up in my hand 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 froggy I'm kidnapping yo tadpoles
I can't remember the bi**h name I after 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 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 it's quiet on the set
Boo ya like Stu Scott and peace up he rest
Bitch I'm groundbreaking and I'm taking steps
I'm about to bust a rhyme, nod yo and break ya neck
I'ma kill these motherf**kas, you ain't dead, ya death
I playing, I'ma hit you with no delaying and I ain't paying ho
I come through me and my woes looking
This is a what? Gucci falling the sky
Let's get rich what? Boy, I been rich 1995
Where you boy
talks and I'm about to send a invoice to them boys
Yea I'm of this bullshit
I'm I'm too lit
I aim at yo toothpick, leave yo brains in yo tips
Yeah, I'm up and fair, put some guap on yo head
Now they can't your body, like 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 slap you with the
It ain't about what you smoke, about who you smoke
My Hoody, yo, he real moody, yo
I tell him no folks, he still do it tho
They you a funeral, you won't be viewable
When Tunechi come thru the door, them hoes get soaked
Now do you wanna party with me?
Let me whatcha got fo me
Aye, do you wanna party with me?
In Squad we trust! Puffing on that stuff, low than..hungs
They don't f**k with us cuz they know that we not the
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
Every time I bust a rhyme, another one bites the
Tunechi!