Luyện nghe bài hát Monster

Chrome on the monster intestines
Wit' a top and a contestants
I'ma Rottweiler yes rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' yeah straight up out 'da stroller

on the monster leather intestines
With a top model and a
Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' yeah straight up out da stroller

1:]
Im higher than the solar system marley 'em
Im Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was pissin'
On myself Im you niggaz haterholics
Im jus' the so you can save the garlic
Im like a set of keys Im to get it started
I smoke 'dem Beverly from California
'Dem after me so I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my dick and said she put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for 'dem listen for that rattle homie
And I aint got a I got a cattle homie
Wud up five kickin' back bein' booL
Im foreign money like a European dude
Yeah Im heavy mane so you should
I hit you one time up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm I got soul yall
I travel all around the world a postcard
My flow cold around and get a cold sore
I got this on lock like a closed door
real 'dem otha' niggaz folklore
Im connected I got hoods than a coat store
Im successful I got more shit you can hope for
And I got thru water like a boat ore
Carter the name
Baby boy like hot water and 'caine

Whip it stretch it and it
Reup it and flip it [x3]

2:]
Reup, we up in the we up in the club
Money like water bitch get up in the tub
Im up in the club she up in the club he up in the
Now she can't so we fuck in the club
Am I or what Playboy Rabbit
And I like big tongues skateboard fashion
I got more gurls than the Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Samprace
And a drink like the late Fred Sandford
And a nigga smoke like there is no
And I this world is so cold and decievin'
But I my head up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and until chosen evenin'
I'ma be screamin Apple and
Yeah that's rite Apple and
17 I won't leave you
Nope, and is just the preview
But I'm workin on the sequel
Fuck wit' me I'll fuck wit' yo home
Like a to the wife sayin' ya husband is gone
Muslim Im calm but like Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up a hundred arms
Im like underarms
The engineers a thunderstorm
My hunger then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was but the third times a charm

Weezy Baby