Luyện nghe bài hát Young Money Hospital

[** feat. Lil
[Gudda
Young Money
I'm so sick, you and your dogs,
You can me Mike Vick,
I'm a get get silly, (silly)
Sick with it,
Foolish like low and I'm a get get it,
shift kitted,
Maserati got my top let back,
With the doors,
all over me, crazy no control of me,
I hop up in the draws put that up in her ovaries,
b-tch you know it's me, I spit cooked coke,
So I rap it comes out like a quarter key,
Conduct disorderly, 44 bulldogs barking start
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 don't me,
My car so big, my license plate "pardon me",
Yeh, Louie V looks on and my Jewelry 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, bigger than Tapanga's,
Two middle fingers, you want my anger,
Better the rangers, but you gon need the angels,
Young money money out the anus,
And I got the girls please Lil Wayne us,
Let me this,
I'm like Travis I got stripes, I'm Strapped and I'm Famous,
I tell you ought to be shameless,
I pop a and now I feel painless,
And I'm a shoot if I aim this,
And I ain't bout no muthf-cking sidekick,
Like, I f-ck that other b-tch,
I ride around, you know who you ride with,
I'm at the hospital,
If you it,
Then I'm at your just to see ya body,
n-gga I'm a hitman,
And when it come to p-ssy n-gga I'm a a man,
Haha shit man, I got your girl on my arm like a 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.