Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

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

So misunderstood, but what's the without enigma?
Two bitches at the time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl 'cause she open when ya twist her
Never met the bitch, but I'll her like I missed her

Life is a bitch and death is her
Sleep is the cousin, what a 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 white diamonds, fuck
Fuck shit, my money up, you niggas just huntin' nut
Money runnin' shit and you niggas just runner-up's

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

Yeah, I'm goin' in

I lost my mind, somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you understand me
Had my heart by this woman named Tammy
But ho's gon' be ho's so I blame Tammy

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

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

Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on bolt
so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off
Real all day and tomorrow
But these motherfuckers crazy like they jaw broke

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

Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a do
If these nigga's animals then I'mma a mink suit
Tell them bitches I said put my name on the
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 don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the of it
Young Money, Cash

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

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

Jumped in a well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, it kiss 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 Ghana
Now all I want is hits, bitch, signed a fiend

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

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

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

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

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,