Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya At

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Hey now, an all-star
But the you be with, they are sub-par
But the bitches you be with, they be
you put the kid to sleep, they be cock-blockin'
You could really get meat, get this hot sausage
And I'm way too rich to beef, I buy a body
And I really kick my up and that's not karate
Yeah I kick my feet up, let a thot massage 'em

Where ya ass was at when I was the Hot Boys?
Prolly Baller Blockin', eatin' popcorn
ya ass was at? You was in the drought, boy
I was at the fight bringin' out Floyd

Say she me 'cause I'm laid back, she outgoin'
I possess a drank, pockets fat Samoan
I just told my I got it, I just waved 'em off
I told Tunechi I got it and he said, "Of course"
Lose my mind the only time I ever take a
I work too for takin' off, I'm takin' off
Really to see a billion, all in arm's reach
Sleep on a hammock in the middle of two trees
My neighbors sleep, all they hearin' is them cars screech
My bitch can't sleep, all she is them car keys
I'm just out and I'm way too tired to talk, please
I'm sipped out and I'm way too tired, I'm yawning

Where ya ass was at I was 15 in a Porsche?
Where ya ass be at when we be all these corks?
ya ass be at? Know you're prolly with them dorks
I'm prolly with some that be poppin' pills and snort

in my mouth, no Swarovski
I'm hittin' with the pistol, oh I'm off-key
And the money, come in
I'm movin' slow, Lisa Turtle, Voorhies
From the treasure chest, inside was a
And had us hustlin' out a RV
We had to stash and steal, balled, Steve
We had to stash and steal, balled, Steve
And we set a up like eHarmony
And your bitch plain, nigga, and car cheap
And we leave your brain right there on your broad's
And we leave stains right there on your offspring
And the purple rain right in the soft drink
Yeah the rain right here in the soft drink
And to the pain, nigga, like a horse train
And we don't complain, nigga, and we blink

And you're dumb as hell and I his ass don't think
I think you run with 12 and I think hoes quiet link
I be so 'cause I swear his hoe's style's weak
I'm movin' slow as hell but the money godspeed
I'm slow as hell but the money comin' godspeed

I just told a pussy nigga, "Call henchman, nigga"
I stole on a nigga mid-sentence, nigga
Fiend searchin' in a haystack for syringes,
Dopeman got 'em flippin' some ninjas, nigga
Got 'em tweakin', got 'em lurkin', got 'em cringin',
That's symptoms, nigga, I can prevent 'em, nigga
Split a nigga's in two, that's split decisions, nigga
to Hell and back, came back in mint condition, nigga
Feel like Heaven winnin' racks, return to spend a
Feel like Heaven's only lackin' attendance, nigga
Feel stuntin', drop them tops but not them windows, nigga
Toss out your demo, I ain't even like intro, nigga
I just went with this tempo, un momento, nigga
You know my M.O., nigga, that A.M.M.O., nigga, blat

I ask my ceilings ya ass was at
To all my Ceilings fans, I'm back, they pushed the back, fuck