Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Grizzy

Bitch im on my grizzy,
money where ya at?,
Two and a mic,
the Dj run it back,

Bitch im on my grizzy,
Young where ya at?,
If you wit Young Money,
Young where you at?,
the energizer bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy that drummer drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat,
Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum,And
Im so but im a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
Just bought a new crib, so dumb,
Got money put away, in case the hurricane come,
Im a fuckin shame yea i know yea i know,
I go out the country to get all my and my hoes,
i go out my way to get my dro and my doe,
Cause, I love it more i love my hoes yes i doess,
I got gasoline out my pores,
torch,
I got glasses like that boy Scott Storch,
And a porsche,
I got for tha scortch,
at your porch,
by the forts,
And we up courts,
The juss a bitch,
The jury dick,
Im a blood,
And i dont smoke crip,
I that kush,
name Bubba,
First Young,
name Stunna,
in the office,
Take when im talkin,
Smooth as a cruise boat floats im walkin,
I boast im ballin,
I to be ballin,
When im on the phone wit bitches man the money callin,
You aint satisfied ya son'll be callin,
Tellin you where to the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna zombie instead,
when you walk in ya house and everybody dead,
I can take a shit i stand,
i stand...and watch you pussies piss in ya pants,
You aint a man a hoe,
I can kill him the flow,
And then the guitar at the fuckin funeral,
Big guns so drinkin big shots,
And my game go Saddam and missile launch,
The call me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, i dont know karate, but the brain, i kick you out,
You niggas suck like romo, no homo,
And im all my money, i get paid for promo yeaa,
Im the man in this bitch, say money talks well
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i jump, il prolly land in ya bitch,
Boy that hoe than my hand and my wrist,
Boy im more than a fan and a mint,
And when im this track will need a couple bandages,
I be wit savages and im average,
Im a crazy ass star like a asterick,
You niggas see me, im on my casper shit,
so much game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
The like a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna like Deion after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get mornin after dick,
And when my came down guess whut i did after it,
I and took some patron shots,
I pop popped and some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Money bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it , we chop chop,
Leave ya on tha block,
We pop cops,
And aint no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got dro, i got them pills, i got that yay,
Give it to them hoes and watch them bitches away...