Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

[Lil

Huh


Let's go, (Where you at, Wheezy?)

You liable to me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick
or standin' a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick
And we keep the slick, and got clips like bananas
We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with
We ran in habitats masks and plastic gats
through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!"
I the Mack in front of your gal and make her tell
Like, "Slut! the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!"
It's Lil Wayne, nigga and bang triggas
Pay with my change, I'm gon' have to bang niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and like rain, nigga
Flood the av quick the quarters and halves, nigga
If you out, you can me on the street with the work
If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the
slip I empty half a clip deep in your shirt
And put your clique deep in the dirt
me?

(Hook-2x Wayne])
Who wan' beef 'em?
Who wan' with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep 'em
See, we can sweep 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets 'em

[Lil
I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the with heaters
Let my kill your peoples
up in your house and put the gun to lil' Renita
Give me the yay, or else put her in her sneakers
Wow (wow, wow) you can me in all black with no smile
Me, Turk, G'z and - chicka-POW!
How come these niggaz burnin the world
and why the hell this nigga Weezy keep firmin girl?
Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley
I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell your mom to get the cops y'all gon' need 'em
you see them bullets that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em
See for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedom
And this for all my niggaz bricks, I got 'em cheaper
Keep a nigga as a mouse when I come
#1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?

[Lil
Nasty case, nigga run up in crib, crash the place
Blast the face, automatic attach to
You bastards play? it get awful and bad
There be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head
A nigga gon' get it right, or they get it at night
And when they spit it, his ass twice like 20 damn dice
Henny and ice is I prefer but light on the rocks
I pack them clips tight on them glocks and light up blocks
And if there's, coke then your throat's involved
I get the toaster and up and smoke most of y'all
Me and my nigga Super Sosa, run up in crib
while grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you (?) chances slim like
If you want drugs, I got flavors than Fruitopia
Recognize it's real and nuttin udder than
one from the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha?

- 2X