Luyện nghe bài hát Outro

Yeah, I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew
Live from the state where they it and screw that
You on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike with no
Get out my mix man, go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, with no fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the
Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the
You fuckin' with PA so you what it is
I'm sittin on the fours that
down candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are back, let's go!

Look who crept in automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the of him
That nigga inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
record, goes back to the Essence
Smack who ask who the best is
I'm like gas from a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain
Cocaine Range Rov'
Tats on my like an art exhibit
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in hidden
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll bust louder the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like King the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in this thing, don't be
Been in shit since '91
Niggas fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Klum
Calm now, was a dude
Studied cowards and made moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't like doing songs with niggas
There go my nigga
Let them niggas hate or like my nigga say
"We got time to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the
Poverty and desperation me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over
Word to Poppa, gang, five
Its that Blood gang five, but green is the bottom
I run this town, I gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' like they aint gon' die until I let them fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, its the green that we
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my rating levels are
Anything said other than should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do gonna stop, this shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they nominated a to come and
everything now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be that I be blackin' on everything
And it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another
Aint no fakin, aint no kind of how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation Im done (DAMN!)
You see I National Treasure, discography rich
And I killed more cats than curiosity, snitch!
of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now enough of that, see now Im out the
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother with tha Carter IV