Luyện nghe bài hát Outro

Yeah, I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew
Live from the state where they chop it and screw
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do (for real!)
need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, with no fix, man
No tricks, man, is for kids
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the
Drank, and the 20 ounce in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you what it is
I'm sittin on the fours clack
Comin' candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Sachs
And we do it for the pimps are holding back, let's go!

Look who in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB the death of him
That nigga that lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record, goes back to the
Smack who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for and you die fast
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain
Cocaine white Rov'
on my body like an art exhibit
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's
Fat blunts in the car with
Guns in hidden
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are
That'll bust louder than the noise that I spit
Let's get one straight that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop off like King Henry the VIII
to ya neck bitch
I'm a in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this shit '91
Niggas can't fuck the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
Calm now, was a dude
Studied cowards and power moves
Watched Wild seen lions devour food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really doing songs with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate or my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that in the street
Poverty and made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' Gotham
Word to Poppa, gang, five
Its that Blood gang five, but is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, run they mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' like aint gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
and heroine, its no place for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, its the that we want
Cash is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my rating are unreachable
Anything said other than should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer me, unfeasible!
ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end
Thats you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they nominated a to come and
Flatten now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be on everything
And make it like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to place
Aint no fakin, aint no of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, rich
And I done killed more cats curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole classic with tha Carter IV