Luyện nghe bài hát Original Silence

I'm so
Mac!
Lil Tunechi in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm
Them nigga's pissed off, em' R. Kelly
I'm higher than a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank, and
Man all of these broads on my Johnson like
Got a card in my wallet, than that nigga Wesley
Life is a bitch, well my bitch is
First I'm on the jet, and I'm on the jet ski
I make these dogs heel, like Giuseppe's
Man you be shit, and I be poppin' off
I'm of alcohol, like a cotton ball
I just pick em' up and Mr. G just em' off
I serve ho's, Mr. Volleyball
Spikes on my shoes, the Lou B's
I'm on my P's and Q's, QP's
I'm chillin, catch a cool breeze
I build a tree house, if money grow on
Fuck with me wrong, I send your head to your
Death bed nigga, the fuck is your pyjamas
all day, period, no commas
Everybody tyin' to watch, but I'm

[Hook: Lil
Dark ass shades, I see them haters
Now eat fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get
Got a silencer on the gun, bitch go 'pew'
That go, 'pew'
That bitch go,
Got a silencer on the gun, that go 'pew'
Got a mean ass swagger, my do too

2: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, The grass is in my garden
Swagger meaner the warden
Pow pow pow, I ain't arguing
a nigga' lieakin', if you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun, but them still speakin'
Got a bunch of bitches tweakin, to me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls graffiti
You's a dead bread, you're a fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, red flag nigga
Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your head nigga
Hit you on the money, call that dead cash nigga
And it's, party time, excellent, Wayne's
Party time, excellent, Wayne's
I'll prolly fuck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, World