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 where they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, go' get you stuck
in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm sittin on the that clack
Comin' down in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman
And we do it for the that 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 adolescents who ask who the is
I'm like gas from a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for and you die fast
Gut 'em like a bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the same
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my grow
Cocaine white Rov'
Tats on my body an art exhibit
I did real for a project nigga
Was a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with
Guns in compartments
I was real little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise I just spit
Let's get one thing that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in this thing, be dumb
Been in shit since '91
Niggas can't with the style I use
fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied cowards and made moves
Watched Wild Planet seen devour food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate or like my Drake say
"We ain't got time to to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the
Poverty and made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
Its that Blood gang five, but is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, aint gon' fight
actin' like they 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 in our heart, its the green that we want
Cash Money is the company and the boss!

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