Luyện nghe bài hát What You Sayin

(Chorus)
Hit you with no delaying so you saying yo
Ni**as ain't paying so I just been low
I'm all about like Marlin Brando
My bi**h go commando, I'm in command
I hit you ammo, quick as a
I play with her pu**y hole like flipping
And my bi**hes is too like Luther Campbell
And I'm spitting this though like I chew tobacco
(Verse)
Shimmy shimmy ya yay
I'ma a ni**a in his mouth
I'ma stick a semi in his mouth, kissy
I'ma lose the in the drought, Ricki Lake
put get the white and put it out, Em & Dre
I'ma her sisters and her mom, Kim & Ye
They respect all my artistry like
And respect all of my martians
That's why give me space muthaf**ka
Know you see 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 crash
And you feeling froggy leap I'm kidnapping yo
I can't remember the bi**h name I after my last show
I say my cash low I'm just telling a bad joke
Long hair care, no shirt like Fabio
Little ni**a dread with a d**k with an afro
Ahh, I got you all in check
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 where he
Bitch I'm groundbreaking and I'm baby steps
I'm to bust a rhyme, nod yo head and break ya neck
kill 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 come through me and my looking like
is a what? Gucci falling from the sky
Let's get rich what? Boy, I been rich 1995
you been 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 in yo boot tips
Yeah, I'm tied up and fair, put some guap on yo
Now they can't find your body, the sack in the bed
This is it, boy, you dug yoself a hole
That's a pit, boy, white s**t, boy
Uh, type of a ni**a slap you with the tooley-oh
It ain't about what you smoke, it's about who you
My homeboy Hoody, yo, he moody, yo
I tell him no bullet folks, he do it tho
They give you a funeral, you won't be
When Tunechi come thru the door, them hoes get super
Now do you really party with me?
Let me sees got fo me
Aye, do you really party with me?
In Squad we trust! Puffing on that stuff, low than..hungs
They don't with us cuz they know that we not the ones
Boy, we got them guns, get a holing out from none
Yo, it's young money, my ni**a, you know we bout to
And everybody armed, armed than Octopus
Write my name on my cups, so ni**a know not to
Every I bust a rhyme, another one bites the dust
Tunechi!