Luyện nghe bài hát Worst Nightmare

(Intro)
Ayo French!
Wuddup
These niggas thought I was motherfuckin
It's that resurrection
(We come out the toms, you the look on niggas' faces)
These niggas' worst nightmare
When niggas think you dead and you up for breakfast eatin cornflakes on them niggas
(Like motherfuckin Lazarus, you scare now nigga?)
Put they in Versace bathrobes and shit

(Hook)
I'm yo fuckin nightmare (worst motherfuckin nightmare)
first billionaire
I throw a out the lit
Coke Boys, we changing weather year
Throw yo in the sky niggas
Pop a pill and get nigga
Get on jet and let's fly niggas
Tell the pilot to turn, ready to die niggas

(Verse)
Ready to die nigga, ski mask on you dont see my eyes
Hundred rounds hit your head make ya fly
All black Medusa shades on my nigga
We the shit and the fly
good, aks Nas nigga
G5 write your in the sky nigga
Dream we'll bury you alive nigga

Nigga, you know that clown ain't yo nigga
And that hoe ain't gon ride
They bury me alive nigga
But on the 3rd day I rose to sky

(Hook)
I'm yo worst nightmare
Rap's billionaire
I a million out the lit
Boys, we changing weather every year
Throw yo in the sky niggas
Pop a pill and get high
Get on this jet and fly niggas
Tell the pilot to turn, ready to die niggas

(Verse)
futuristic, crib ain't listed
All my jewels on, I be like a dish flip
Red LV's, limited edition
New of the city, better aks permission
Turn bricks, right on some Keisha
Rock star, great white, three stars, flight!

Now yo French these niggas night night
I'm getting in the front row fine night
I'm obnoxious, we got
Pouring out of helicopters
MC Hammer couldn't touch
The day Diddy retire I'm Puff back

(Hook)
I'm yo worst nightmare
Rap's first
I a million out the lit
Coke Boys, we weather every year
yo hands in the sky niggas
Pop a and get high nigga
Get on jet and let's fly niggas
Tell the to turn, we're ready to die niggas

(Outro)
rap billionaire
Ya

That's my new
Niggas talkin to me, too in my ear
I aha
You really
You really talk about
Unless you a brown bag for me
Bitch!

Don't call around holidays
more, I'm bout to get a pager
A beeper, old joint
Ya what I'm sayin?

Ayo
You see these niggas up?
See you lock the door
You supposed to throw the key
up motherfuckers
We now
Yea
We came right on time
You it?
Bad boy
Coke
MMG

Ayo yo bitch, nigga
And hold her real tight and her how much you love her
Buy a ring, buy a
And you better impregnate the
Get her pregnant real quick
Do something
Do something, man do get a get a job
write a book
Go to
Go back to
Get a changer
Cuz we here now and all the smoke and mirrors is gone, we all motherfuckin lames man
Swag!
Yea bitch,
Oh yea
Oh yea she it
She it
Yea, she it
Ah man, shit if you can't em join em
all welcome, let's go