Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

Ahem, excuse my charisma, with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, my shit Patricia
Money militia and I am the commissioner
You don't want to start with Weezy, 'cause the 'F' is for

So misunderstood, but what's the world enigma?
Two bitches at the time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted she open when ya twist her
Never met the bitch, but fuck her like I missed her

is a bitch and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, a fuckin' family picture
You know father and we all know mother nature
all in the family, but I am of no relation

No matter buyin', I'm a celebration
Black and diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just nut
Young Money runnin' shit and you niggas runner-up's

I don't feel I've done enough so I'mma keep on doin' this
La Tucci or Young

Yeah, I'm goin' in

I lost my mind, it's out there stranded
I think you stand me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by woman named Tammy
But ho's gon' be ho's so I blame Tammy

Just talk to moms, her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it
Swimmin', I be seein' through niggas like sequins
think they He-man, pow, pow, the end

Talkin' to myself because I am my own
to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery
You full of shit, you your mouth and let you ass talk
Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add

Stop playin', bitch, I got this on dead bolt
Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my off
nigga all day and tomorrow
But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like jaw broke

Glass half-empty, half-full, I'll ya
Try me and run into a wall,
You know I'mma 'til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy them while they still

Bitch, playin', I do it like a king do
If nigga's animals then I'mma have a mink suit
Tell them bitches I said put my on the wall
I the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all

And I it like I see it and my glasses on
But most y'all don't get the picture 'less the is on
with nothin', you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash

Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm behind ya"
Bitch, G's move in silence like lasagna
say I'm borderline crazy, sort of, kinda
Woman of my dreams? I don't sleep so I find her

You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an
I got through that sentence a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a you would kill for
too strong, pockets on body-builder

Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it and tell

Word to my mama, I'm out of my Lima
Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, signed a fiend

I played the side for you niggas tryin' to front and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I blow Buddha
Disturb me and you'll be all over the like Luda

Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm like Cuba
And I keep a ho, she gon' blow right through ya
I be macking 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a
Shout to ratchet for out on behalf of my shooter

Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is
Wayne, niggas out they mind, I done told these fuck niggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks on my mind, tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause

To feed on my grind, did I get a little love? Keep throwing my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side ain't no peace on my side

Bitch, I'm a man, I urinals abroad
Tune tells me who I'm shooting when the funeral
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya heard?
Gunna,