Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

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

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

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

No who's buyin', I'm a celebration
Black and diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck shit, my money up, you niggas just huntin' nut
Young Money shit and you niggas just runner-up's

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

Yeah, I'm goin' in

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

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

Talkin' to myself I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, adultery
You of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass talk
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 nigga all day and
But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy they jaw broke

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

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

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

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

You are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swagg' you would for
Money too strong, pockets on

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

to my mama, I'm out of my Lima bean
Don't wanna see that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I is hits, bitch, Wayne 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
for this dumber speech, I blow like Buddha
Disturb me and you'll be all over the flo' like

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

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