Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

[Lil

Huh


Let's go, (Where you at, Wheezy?)

You liable to catch me up the six, or beatin' up a chick
or standin' a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick
And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips bananas
We twist the bandanas, and at niggas with cannons
We ran in habitats masks and plastic gats
through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!"
I flash the Mack in front of your gal and make her
Like, "Slut! the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!"
It's Lil Wayne, blast and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and like rain, nigga
Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves,
If you out, you can find me on the street the work
If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the
Never I empty half a clip deep in your shirt
And put your whole deep in the dirt
me?

(Hook-2x Wayne])
Who wan' beef 'em?
Who creep with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the with 'em

[Lil
I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the with heaters
Let my nine-millimeters kill your
Bust up in house and put the gun to lil' Renita
Give me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her
Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no
Me, Turk, G'z and - chicka-POW!
How these niggaz keep burnin the world
and why the this nigga Weezy keep firmin your girl?
Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, drop
I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell your mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' 'em
When you see bullets that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em
See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I for freedom
And this for all my buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper
Keep a nigga as a mouse when I come
#1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?

[Lil
Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, the place
Blast the face, automatic attach to
You bastards play? it get awful and bad
will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head
A nigga either get it right, or they get it at night
And when they spit it, his ass twice like 20 damn dice
and ice is what I prefer but light on the rocks
I pack them tight on them glocks and light up your blocks
And if there's, coke involved then your throat's
I get the and roll up and smoke most of y'all
Me and my Super Sosa, run up in your crib
while grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you (?) slim like Ethiopia
If you want drugs, I got more than Fruitopia
Recognize it's real and udder than that
Cause one the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha?

- 2X