Luyện nghe bài hát Stuntin

[DJ
(Dramatic Nigga)

Uh, alright, here I go

I'm a turn singer and you can tell that he smoke
But i need my vocal chords all i hit is C notes
N.E.R.D flow i spaz if I'm
I'm bout to the fucking game, pass the remote.
Money is everything, and it's every thing
I'm part of the choir and its the that my brother sing
is the right now, women are post game
MoneyOverBitches dot com the domain
coming too soon, album on the way
People ask me if i pray, i say yeah once in a moon
Oops, i mean a red moon, i did it to 'em
Let me leave the station for your blood
I say heavy metaphors, flow so
I could rap around these other youngin's like a cobra
Frostbite drizzy nigga, nobody is as drake
Keep yo ass inline, don't be tryin' to roller
Fuck all the discrete shit, i get on some shit
I am 21, tell me who do i with
I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im cuz i'm gettin hood love
And i aint even street shit
Young angel, young lie and im tryin
I'm jus doin, who's drinkin' cause im
It's on me, is on me
And my girl is down like shes fucking John B
And i go dumb, i tend to do dumb shit
I just back and now I'm soundin' like a trumpet
This for all the cause i know they gonna bump it
Tell her it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it
Ain't no here, yo money will disappear
My accountant feed his family off my fiscal year
Tax, brackets and back and faxes
My money come in circle, get up on my axis
I'mma kill 'em only cause i promised
They think I'm bein' cocky but I'm only being
I'm the goose, got a model getting loose
And i never party less, i got some and a booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to this
I'm just havin' cause i want it to make sense
White cup, orange pop, state shit
a 4 in it and appreciate the greatness

[DJ
(Gangtsa, gangsta, gangsta.
I just want to remember,
This is the first you bump,
While you a black president.)

[Lil
Yeah.
Come on, the dro.
I am such a beast, and you can ask hoes.
And they might say you should leave me alone.
Their scared.
Cause it gets me.
is a habit, I get it from my daddy.
Just Shaggy, I told that Boombastic.
Im a bastard.
I dont a fuck about y'all.
I aint marbles, you can pluck my balls.
And yes I am falling, but up I fall.
And if your bitch in heat, she can my dog.
I went from pinchin' to private planes.
sat on any benches, I got in games.
Starter Carter, harder.
Ten girls, pent house suite, order
Whatever please.
Wine, crackers, and cheese.
They off their clothes and put on my tees.
The supplement Im got me feeling mighty
my gun and dont split, call that shit Siamese.
Yes, my make the frickin' time freeze.
girl bless me, she suck my dick, and I sneeze.
Cheap ass apartment, just the I need.
And Gs is why the chicken crossed the street.
What you know it? My nigga so about it.
If we everybody, they can go to court about it.
Weezy. I the liars.
Baby, I the fire.
I am Michael, Michael Myers; your body in the dryer.
Got the on the side of me.
My bad follow me.
Im a bad boy, obviously.
Pop one at ivy league.
I have a rivalry.
If so, you a cosulty.
Oops, I a casualty.
Oops, I catasrophe.
Oops, I meant actually, you niggas is ass to me,
And big, wet, pussy is like what Im rathering.
to the gathering.
to the burying.
Or I you on the wall like an art gallery.
You got salary.
and I got money.
I got money.
I got money.
Bitch.

[DJ
(See, I y'all it was going to be worth the wait, right?)

Wayne]
Dedication three. Chris wit me.