Luyện nghe bài hát Young Money Hospital

[** feat. Lil
Gudda:]
Young Money
I'm so sick, kill you and dogs,
You can me Mike Vick,
I'm a get get silly, (silly)
Sick sick it,
Foolish shawty low and I'm a get get it,
Stick kitted,
Maserati got my top let back,
the Kamikazi doors,
Hoes all over me, crazy no of me,
I hop up in the draws put d-ck up in her ovaries,
Gudda you know it's me, I spit cooked coke,
So I rap it comes 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,
don't bother me,
My car so big, my license says "pardon me",
Yeh, Louie V looks on and my Jewelry sang it like a slow song,
Young b-tch,
You f-cking some soldiers, who ra b-tch,
gangsta, mixtape mangler,
Wheels on the coupe, lips than Tapanga's,
Two middle fingers, you want my anger,
call the rangers, but you gon need the angels,
Young gettin money out the anus,
And I got the saying please Lil Wayne us,
Let me this,
I'm like Travis I got stripes, I'm Strapped and I'm Famous,
I myself you ought 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 that other side b-tch,
Eastside I ride around, you know who you with,
I'm at the hospital,
If you it,
Then I'm at funeral just to see ya body,
P-ssy I'm a hitman,
And when it come to p-ssy n-gga I'm a a man,
Haha man, I got your girl on my arm like a wrist band,
And anything I do my can,
They can on me like a kick stand,
I'm a us to the top,
And know it's not a rumour, the rock.