Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Got Nothing On Me

I'm with a hundred and one niggas, we Dalmatian deep
And fly the tongue so if you feelin froggy leap
Kermit you better before you ribbit
be murdered over your song before you ad-lib it
I pop up like
But I'm at your crib it's
Not to put no fuckin' fish in your Civics
getting your ride pimped
You'll get hog-tied
you in the trunk curled up like fried shimp
It's been a good year maybe I should a blimp
Cause your boy stay above the game
They tag em, spray a brotha' frame
But your shots can't me I'm way above your aim
Go nigga, say another name
this family for a joke play them Wayan Brothers games
And I'm a get you sucka I be with dis keenin
Aimin with dis
I'm puttin that pain in
My lil man is on ya and Shawn ya
Lay the on this noodle
Make noodle lasagna
40 cal fettuccine pound pasta
You reach for this medallion you must like Italian,
You see me pushin if the drivers tired
I work the S6 ever since the 5
The drop top, they say it's Ocean inspired
So you could call a cab your bitch fall for Fab

Uh I get money a *mufucka*
darker than I bitch but I could see
I got
You got
You ain't got on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money a *mufucka*
Yeaa money u would see yeaa
I got
You got
You ain't got on me

I'm on the grind the police come
that pistol on the side boy don't be dumb
Or... I let that twirl ya
Now you follow the drip
Cause one shot outta the will Jheri curl you
Leave you like seconds
me like peasants
Or get up like presents
Please, my boys whilin for respect
Slit your throat, have you smilinl witcha
Say
My doughs a bit
My flow is just
My wrists look like frozen Poland Spring
So tell me boys tell me boys who you think messing with
I get out the ass, that's some expensive shit
you all heard (what?)
Ya'll all (yup)
I toothpicks(where)
In ya d'oeuvre
Listen,
I'm a shark, ya'll koi fish (what else)
Octopus(what else)


I got my eye on your now (yea)
have her lick me up(up)
And then me down(down)
She told me a nag, you'se a bug(ddaammn)
She me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)*
She told me you'd be and you'd be checkin for the burn
So I gave her pads for the rug(haha)
It's skull gang the chain to the lifestyle
You surf-boy get wiped out(totally)

Uh I get money like a
Shades darker than I bitch but I see
I got
You got
You ain't got on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money a *mufucka*
Yeaa u would never see yeaa
I got
You got
You got nothin' on me

Get you 3-4 get you like the number after 1 a get me 2
It's weezy f you now you gotta a baby
My money don't fold nor
Mercedes Maybach, Grey
And I gotta 4-4 and a k like
Fuck city and your town, I state facts, take that
No, better yet like diddy take
rats, I hate rats
I them out like Ajax
Got paper like a fax

Damn I asinine
don
After mine there be nine
I mean there will be none
I be one
Of the things you ever felt you ever seen or
Heard carter Harvard ya'll
Not me
Not I
Call me Popeye
Tell I'm a nuno
bring rail to your funeral
Damn I mean funer-al
You say tomato I say
You say get 'em I say got 'em
Yea I got 'em
Man you better keep paying me cause you don't my problems
I be wildin like One... what is in your wallet?
You fly
But what is it to
Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your
Damn I mean up in your ass
I kick that now gon put it in the trash

Uh I get like a *mufucka*
Shades darker than I bitch but I see
I got
You got
You ain't got on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money a mutherfucka
Yeaa money you ain't never see
uh
You got nothing on me

Yeaa I'm gettin' money a mufucka
Shades darker than a but I could see
I got
You got
You ain't got on me

Yeaa I'm money like a mufucka
Big money nigga, big money nigga, big nigga