Luyện nghe bài hát YMCMB MMG

[Verse 1: Cory
Stare is when the trigger face
Lil n***a with a base
me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now
I'll make with a number dial
Talking that dont know who they rapping with
Pause, I say f**k em fast, d***s
I turn the booth to a pit
She appear when I the David Banner wrist
Gettin money, you b****s can't see me like my mother
She's b****n' her dog is back another bone
Hollar for a dollar, to back
I hit her right off of twitter, now that
I'm face, my network is social
Young Money, Cash Money, we coach who you
Slow up them protools with them loco
you know to, don't do, n***a
I'm your go-tos,
Plot, once you try I approach you with the toast too
Fire, I will you
Tie, any man, hand choke you
is what I go to
Violent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, on the waist
Find the and they solving the case
in the place, let is dissolve in his waist
I give a f**k if your moms and all is in the play
Get your pops, get popped, pop off
Get a drop, in the chopped, get in knocked off
Glock and it hot, knock ya socks off
Get clocked, when it tick, get off
Block n****s, by the block its blocked off
looking for the yacht when is docked off
In the spot where plot to get bopped, pause
And when the waps then ya top off

[Verse 2: Mill]
YMCMB G, you know me
Old flow like Kool Moe Dee
Coastal flow, I low key
a move OT
Get a for the low
95 get a chick that would go
Every 36 let the get an O
I put it in the hood b***h better snow
In the middle of summer, do
N****s better run from us that, us
That Mac-10 a drummer, they want us
Tell them run up, get done up
When that automatic get clappin like Cory when he rapping
That s**t be so fast, and my n****s we platinum
And I'm... on the way I'm going glow, I put my on
30 thou, like a got a Camero on
I go loud the neck give em a heavy one
And n****s sleeping on me, I get my Freddy on
on you record labels
I tell em put the dirty on the other table
You ever seen a 100 off fiend money
Martin Luther King, I had a dream money
I can tell you n****s never seen
We sellin white girl, gettin Christine
Aguilera, I'm in the
N****s whisper I come through, I can barely hear em
I know these looking, I can't see em though
My in the grave, I make you meet em though
They call me, "f**k a n***a" I don't need a ho
Cause I got my up, its time to get my haters up
I'm gone!

B***h!

I'm gone!

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