Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

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

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

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

No matter buyin', I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, fuck
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just nut
Young Money runnin' shit and you niggas just

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

Yeah, I'm back in

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

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

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

Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on bolt
Mind so sharp, I fuck and cut my head off
nigga all day and tomorrow
But these talkin' crazy like they jaw broke

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

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

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

Paper chasin', that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real G's move in silence lasagna
People say I'm crazy, sort of, kinda
Woman of my I don't sleep so I can't find her

You niggas are gelatin, to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a and a predicate
Yeah, with a you would kill for
Money too strong, pockets on

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

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

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

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

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

Bitch, I'm a man, I visit urinals
Tune tells me who I'm when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya Gunna
Gunna,