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,
money where ya at?,
If you fuck wit Money,
Young Money you at?,
Like the bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy that drummer keep drummin, 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,
bought a new crib, inside so dumb,
Got money put away, in case the hurricane come,
Im a shame huh? 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 like that white boy Scott Storch,
And a porsche,
I got for tha scortch,
at your porch,
by the forts,
And we up courts,
The judge a bitch,
The jury dick,
Im a blood,
And i dont that crip,
I that kush,
name Bubba,
First Young,
Last Stunna,
in the office,
Take when im talkin,
Smooth as a cruise boat when im walkin,
I cause im ballin,
I to be ballin,
When im on the wit bitches man the money keep callin,
You aint till ya son'll be callin,
Tellin you where to leave the in the mornin,
Ok you wanna zombie instead,
Thats you walk in ya house and everybody dead,
I can a shit where i stand,
Where i stand...and you pussies piss in ya pants,
You aint a man a hoe,
I can him with the flow,
And then play the guitar at the funeral,
Big so they drinkin big shots,
And my game go Saddam and missile launch,
The Corrain me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, i dont know karate, but the brain, i kick you out,
You suck like tony 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 colder than my and my wrist,
Boy im cooler than a fan and a mint,
And im done this track will need a couple bandages,
I be wit and im above average,
Im a crazy ass star a fuckin asterick,
You niggas cant see me, im on my shit,
Runnin so game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
The like a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna score like after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that mornin dick,
And my robe came down guess whut i did after it,
I popped and some patron shots,
I pop popped and some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Young Money bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it , we chop,
Leave ya on tha block,
We pop cops,
And there aint no 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 freak away...