Luyện nghe bài hát Young Money Hospital

[** feat. Lil
Gudda:]
Young Hospital*
I'm so sick, kill you and dogs,
You can me Mike Vick,
I'm a get get silly, (silly)
sick with it,
Foolish shawty low and I'm a get get it,
Stick kitted,
Maserati got my top let back,
With the doors,
Hoes all me, crazy no control of me,
I hop up in the draws put that up in her ovaries,
Gudda you know it's me, I spit cooked coke,
So when I rap it out like a quarter key,
Conduct disorderly, 44 barking start sparking
And rip out arteries,
Wayne:]
Uhh Umm,
Fresh out the 3
Money ain't a thing muthf-cker it's the thing,
Ha ha,
B-tch bother me,
My car so big, my plate says "pardon me",
Yeh, Louie V on and my Jewelry just sang it like a slow song,
Young b-tch,
You f-cking with soldiers, who ra b-tch,
gangsta, mixtape mangler,
Wheels on the coupe, lips than Tapanga's,
Two middle fingers, you don't my anger,
Better the rangers, but you gon need the angels,
Young gettin money out the anus,
And I got the girls saying Lil Wayne us,
Let me this,
I'm like Barker I got stripes, I'm Strapped and I'm Famous,
I tell myself you to be shameless,
I pop a pill and now I painless,
And I'm a shoot if I aim this,
And I ain't bout no muthf-cking sidekick,
Like, I f-ck other side b-tch,
Eastside I ride around, you who you ride with,
I'm at the hospital,
If you it,
Then I'm at funeral just to see ya body,
n-gga I'm a hitman,
And when it come to p-ssy I'm a a clit man,
Haha man, I got your girl on my arm like a wrist band,
And I do my clique can,
They can lean on me like a stand,
I'm a us to the top,
And know it's not a rumour, the rock.