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

I'm with a hundred and one niggas, we Dalmatian doggy
And fly with the so if you feelin froggy leap
Kermit you better think you ribbit
Don't be over your song before you ad-lib it
I pop up Xzibit
But I'm at your crib it's
Not to put no fuckin' fish tanks in your
Fuck getting your pimped
You'll get hog-tied
Have you in the trunk curled up like shimp
It's a good year maybe I should ride a blimp
Cause your boy just stay the game
They tryna tag em, spray a frame
But your shots reach me I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say name
Take family for a joke play them Wayan Brothers games
And I'm a get you sucka I be with dis keenin
with dis Damon
I'm that major pain in
My lil man is on ya Marlon and ya
Lay the on this noodle
Make some lasagna
40 cal tres pound pasta
You for this medallion you must like Italian, nigga
You see me pushin if the drivers tired
I the S6 ever since the 5 retired
The drop top, they say it's Drive inspired
So you could call a cab once your fall for Fab

Uh I get money a *mufucka*
Shades than I bitch but I could see
I got
You got
You got nothin' on me
I'm gettin money like a *mufucka*
Yeaa u would never see yeaa
I got
You got
You got nothin' on me

I'm on the grind till the come
that pistol on the side boy don't be dumb
Or... I let that twirl ya
Now you could the drip
one shot outta the clip will Jheri curl you
Leave you sloppy seconds
Obey me peasants
Or get up like presents
Please, my young boys whilin for
Slit your throat, have you smilinl witcha
Say
My a bit longer
My flow is slaughter
My wrists look like frozen Poland Spring
So tell me boys tell me boys who you your messing with
I get money out the ass, that's some shit
Haven't you all (what?)
all herbs (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 wifey now (yea)
I'll her lick me up(up)
And then me down(down)
She told me you'se a nag, a bug(ddaammn)
She me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)*
She told me you'd be beast and you'd be for the burn
So I her knee pads for the rug(haha)
It's skull gang the chain to the lifestyle
You surf-boy dudes get out(totally)

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

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

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

Uh I get money like a
Shades than I bitch but I could see
I got
You got
You got nothing on me
Uhhh I'm money like a mutherfucka
Yeaa money you never see *yeaa
uh
You got nothing on me

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

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