Luyện nghe bài hát Dinnertime

[Lil
I think we got a
Yeahh...

1: Lil Wayne]
Big money in this bitch if you knew.
Big business the business suit.
Even I look in the like is it you,
And I say I must be the hottest if it you.
Stay from my top to my tennis shoes.
New coop, no top, big shoes.
Never slipped, not even on the side of a pool.
We get rid of Q,
We get rid of fools.
They I couldn't play football I was too small.
say I could'ntplay basketball I wasn't tall.
They say I could'ntplay at all.
And now of my life I ball.
And they say it ain't until someone assassinate,
And I feel MLK
Yeah... I have a dream to be your nightmare,
And now the boss of the cartel.

2: Rick Ross]
I'm a satan, sitting on Lorenzzes.
And I seem patient, picture the equation.
People taking pictures and they getting fragrant.
Flags down my spaceship, searching for a fragrance.
Yayo, Yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying on the hasa
In the casa to lay-low.
Make more (money man) the model for the mob,
Need a blowjob my model, get a for the job.
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty spending doe, flipping for my?
Let you raid tax on them packs if you didn't
Bought a new crib, feeling like I hid.
3.2 but I did it for the kids.
guns than a pawn shop,
Got my arm rocked.
Keep the 760 parked in the wrong spot.

huustling...

[Chorus: Lil
Yeah... You pay for this,
I remember I used to pray for this.
This, is classic,
So this shit you never see again.
And we taxin, you don't want it nigga it then,
And we taxin, you don't want it nigga it then.
And we ain't to see the pen,
a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen.
This is a tax.

3: Young Jeezy]
(I don't ask them baby I tax em baby)
(Let's go)
Yeah this,
No that.
Gave me my sack like, getting back.
(Yeah...)
I'm how the fuck I'm gonna get outta there.
And if I'm not careful,
Leave em the same place they him there.
And I'm a winner if I make it cross the line,
Putting food on the table like dinner time.
And this is what you stereotyping about?
Can you tell me my your dog keep my car?
Huh? Got the audacity to me a liar.
So what you got in trunk?
Oh, a spare tire.
You talked blow,
While I mine.
Like a bad crape, locking up in no time.
More in the kitchen then I spent in the studio,
Case paradise and I talking about Coolio.
Can't lie, still to the odor
Got a ice Pepsi,
But still Coke-Cola.

Hahaha...

[Chorus: Lil

[Verse 4: Trick
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm in black.
Hold on, every I get dressed in black.
While your half ass looking at my sagging,
I'm money, and my swagging and black flagging.
Million status, fully automatic.
Heavy on the? and even on the women.
If it for reverend,
I probably pimpin and shit.
Pops, my papai, has already me.
Tied trapping, sent me to prison,
Got mad and went to savage so came to visit.
I gun powder,
So you got one hour to up with every damn dollar,
Or dun-dolla.
It cost a dogg,
Especially when the players on team,
Consider you as the hog.
You treat me Shaq,
And you but I didn't say you owe me nigga.
But act like you me nigga.