Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka a spritzer
Swagger down pat, my shit Patricia
Young Money militia and I am the
You want to start with Weezy, 'cause the 'F' is for finisher

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

Life is a bitch and is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' picture
You father time and we all know mother nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no

No who's buyin', I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, fuck
Fuck that shit, my up, you niggas just huntin' nut
Young Money runnin' shit and you just 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 back in

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

talk to moms, told her she the sweetest
I the beat up, call it self-defense
Swimmin', I be seein' 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, adultery
You full of shit, you close your and let you ass talk
Young Money eatin', all you do is add salt

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

Glass half-empty, half-full, spill ya
Try me and run a wall, outfielder
You know I'mma ball 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 these nigga's then I'mma have a mink suit
Tell them bitches I put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I 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 'less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothin', you don't the half of it
Young Money, Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas think high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind, I done told these fuck niggas, so many
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I 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
tells me who I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya heard?
Gunna,