Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

Ahem, excuse my charisma, with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my shit
Young militia and I am the commissioner
You don't want to start with Weezy, the 'F' is for finisher

So misunderstood, but what's the without enigma?
Two at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she when ya twist her
Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I her

Life is a and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' picture
You know father time and we all mother nature
all in the family, but I am of no relation

No matter who's buyin', I'm a
Black and white diamonds, segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just nut
Money runnin' shit and you niggas just runner-up's

I don't feel I've done enough so I'mma keep on doin' this
La Tucci or Tunafish

Yeah, I'm back in

I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there
I think you stand under me if you understand me
Had my heart broken by woman named Tammy
But ho's gon' be so I couldn't blame Tammy

Just talk to moms, her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it
Swimmin', I be seein' this niggas like sequins
Niggas think He-man, pow, pow, the end

Talkin' to because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, that's
You full of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass
Young eatin', all you haters do is add salt

Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on dead
Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my off
Real all day and tomorrow
But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy they jaw broke

Glass half-empty, half-full, spill ya
Try me and run into a wall,
You know I'mma 'til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy while they still ripe

Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a do
If these animals then I'mma have a mink suit
Tell them I said put my name on the wall
I the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all

And I call it like I see it and my on
But most don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
Satisfied nothin', you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash

Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm behind ya"
Bitch, real G's in silence like lasagna
say I'm borderline crazy, sort of, kinda
Woman of my dreams? I don't so I can't find her

You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an
I got through sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, a swagg' you would kill for
too strong, pockets on body-builder

Jumped in a well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and

to my mama, I'm out of my Lima bean
Don't wanna see what that mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, signed a fiend

I the side for you niggas that's tryin' to front and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I blow like
Disturb me and be all over the flo' like Luda

Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' right through ya
I be macking 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a
Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my

think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind, I done told these niggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck on your mind, pause

To feed them on my grind, did I get a love? Keep throwing my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, on my side 'cause ain't no peace on my side

Bitch, I'm a man, I urinals abroad
Tune me who I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya heard?
Gunna,