Luyện nghe bài hát Feel Me

So Wayne
What's motivation?

Is really a question?
Do you have that written down in your notepad
You should be of yourself
You smell me,
I smell like

See, that's they don't understand
To me it was get money or die
I come up under Birdman the Number One
You know I mean I'm stunner junior
Tha's all I know, all I ever knew
Get money or get
You what I'm saying and I feel that way for real

So hard I go I pushing
The game's so crazy I'm in it like deep
I got chip from trying to get the cookie
Used to make a dollars everytime I played hookie
Carter absent keep looking
I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the
Ice so bright like heaven on the
Yeah nigga, I done one eleven on the watch

So watch and see I do
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing
They got the shivers, mayne I got the
I got to bring the back after Katrina
F. Baby now the F is for Fema
Sick bitch I spit that Leukemia
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so
me

And that's my point right there
That's what I'm always to stress, you know what I'm saying
If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me then you ain't
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you
So, is your music the voice of
Urban America or period
I mean, I say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I speak for
And myself, you know what I mean, my family, who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life, you

C'mon, this shit, nigga, pump my shit
You bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that and go and flood that bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that
Like them niggas what they wanna do I'm ready
Campbell, no homo, black Rambo
Fucking with the boy, baby, a cambo
If he won in leave him on the crap table

I'm willing and I'm able to run up in your stable
Like nobody a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma spend it
Then it's back to doing any thing just to get it
The re-ups be like birthday
No room to park the cars in the
So outside the cribs all you see is the
If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I foreign
me

And see that's where everybody get me at
You know what I mean I got that heat rock, for
Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of music?
That's because they ain't got that heat like me
You what I mean
They spitting like me, they spitting
But, what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over man, for real
I need relief, y'all me, for real
I y'all sick of me 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real

And based on the bank, I'm much better
Than a lot of these niggas, I'm tired of these
Yawning when I see make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm back and passing, they catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh, gone probably burn ya, that gone probably learn ya
To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever around here no more
Rich gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke
I'm the God I ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I just with my hoe, yeah yeah

And 'em 'bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em 'bout my show
Tell 'em 'bout my hoe
You know born to mack
Call me Dione bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime niggas back
right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack
me

And that's what it is, nigga
If you like my shit then fuck you and your shit, man, straight up
That's how I was tough, that's how I was up
And that's how go down, man, for real
Cash-money, in your motherfucking throat bitch
slow
Weezy F. Baby this is over, go to the next song