Luyện nghe bài hát Outro

Yeah, when I in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already that
Live the state where they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where do that? (for real!)
need to get off the dick, man
Fall the back like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you
Deeper in the quicksand, no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, is for kids
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the
Drank, and the 20 froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm sittin on the that clack
Comin' down candy in the 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are back, let's go!

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

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

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