Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no so what you saying yo
Ni**as ain't paying so I been laying low
I'm all about famo Marlin Brando
My go commando, I'm in command though
I hit you ammo, quick as a
I with her pu**y hole like flipping channels
And my is too live like Luther Campbell
And I'm spitting this though like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
Shimmy shimmy ya yay
I'ma kick a in his mouth
I'ma stick a semi in his mouth, kissy
I'ma lose the weight in the drought, Lake
I'ma put get the and put it out, Em & Dre
I'ma f**k her and her mom, Kim & Ye
respect all my artistry like Hemingway
And they respect all of my
That's why give me space muthaf**ka
you see what's up in my hand so what you sayin wo
Cause I put yo brains all on the dashboard
You not in my f**king lane you on the course
And you feeling froggy I'm kidnapping yo tadpoles
I can't remember the name I f**ked after my last show
When I say my low I'm just telling a bad joke
Long hair dont care, no shirt like
Little ni**a dread locks with a d**k with an
Oooh Ahh, I got you all in
I her (Ooh Ahh) and now she on my breath
I'm my
We on your set
And we can shoot out till it's on the set
Boo ya like Stu Scott and peace up he rest
I'm groundbreaking and I'm taking baby steps
I'm to bust a rhyme, nod yo head and break ya neck
I'ma these motherf**kas, you ain't dead, fake ya death
I playing, I'ma hit you with no delaying and I ain't paying ho
I through me and my woes looking like
This is a what? falling from the sky
Let's get what? Boy, I been rich since 1995
Where you boy
Money talks and I'm about to send a to them boys
Yea I'm tried of bullshit
I'm I'm too lit
I aim at yo toothpick, leave yo brains in yo tips
Yeah, I'm tied up and fair, put some guap on yo
Now they can't find body, like the sack in the bed
is it, boy, you done dug yoself a hole
That's a pit, boy, white s**t, boy
Uh, type of a ni**a that'll slap you the tooley-oh
It ain't about you smoke, it's about who you smoke
My homeboy Hoody, yo, he moody, yo
I him no bullet folks, he still do it tho
They you a funeral, you won't be viewable
When Tunechi come thru the door, hoes get super soaked
Now do you really wanna party me?
Let me sees got fo me
Aye, do you really wanna party me?
In Squad we trust! Puffing on that stuff, low than..hungs
They f**k with us cuz they know that we not the ones
Boy, we got them guns, get a holing s**t out none
Yo, young money, my ni**a, you know we bout to bust
And everybody armed, more armed than
my name on my cups, so ni**a know not to touch
Every I bust a rhyme, another one bites the dust
Tunechi!