Luyện nghe bài hát 9 a.m. In Dallas

Yeah, uh,
These are my one St. flows
Me and my niggas and Madonna hoes
That look just like
But trust they to go
life and all our common goals
Smart kids smoke weed, honor roll
how the champagne diamonds flow
Fine dining, pour another another when the wine is low

I'm in the crib stackin' from here to the ceilin'
it is I got is clearly appealin'
These other rappers that inferior feelin'
I you feel it in your soul spiritual healin'
Take a look at yourself the revealin'
If you ain't got it you ain't got it the is brilliant

People ask how is goin' I heard it pays
I came off makin' 2 million in 30 days
I guess it does what the message was
Sometimes I feel I be my money just because
But Weezy I'm just out here us
'Til I get to shake the hand of the man blessin' us

Yeah, I know these miss the mean lyrics
Kush got the smellin' like teen spirit
I kindly if no-one out here would bring defeat up
I lose, for now I'm the game's single leader
I fly private so no-one me to bring my seat up
And book a suite when me and your favorite singer up

Who you like, me who it is
I'mma make sure that women is the next one on my list
I should it a night but fuck it I can't resist
This one is for all my niggas from my city tryin' to
a response from me you really fail to exist
And I to see you fail that feelin' there is the shit
I swear, aghh pussy nigga get your up
Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just your ass to let up
Why your scary ass down pick your head up
No-one told you your disguise is the most gettup
nose plugs in now I can smell a set up
So your wastin' your time your just only makin' me better

Yeah I try to tell them don't judge me because you heard
N. Cash that's my brother from the Surf Club
Damn that nigga always kept it so
Back when we would smoke at the Oakwoods
And have girls fall like coins in a couch
Now we just fuckin' all the bitches they us about
for the first time everything has clicked
What if I dont really do the numbers they
Considerin' the that I'm the one that they just picked
To write a chapter in history shit has got me sick
But if I do it don't expect to get a split
this truly is some shit I don't expect y'all to get

I'm nervous but I'mma kill it, 'cause they to let the realest team in
Throwin' up in a huddle nigga Willie
We're still throwin' touchdown
In tortoise glasses, hopin' that someone catch it
People say old Drake, we startin' to miss it
But they to be a little more specific
Man is this y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker impression
Ducking your questions, fuck your
Money all of my love and affection
Cars all black the cover of Essence
I'm allergic to coming in second but I sneeze
Y.M.O.E. nigga,

want y'all want
Octobers Own
Young
ATF
Me Later in this bitch wasssup
Free Weezy in this wassup
June 15th in bitch wassup