Luyện nghe bài hát Original Silence

I'm so
Mac!
Lil Tunechi in bitch, tell them ho's I'm ready
Them nigga's pissed off, em' R. Kelly
I'm higher than a bitch, I that Keisha, Frank, and Neffie
Man all of these broads on my Johnson Betsey
Got a card in my wallet, blacker than that Wesley
Life is a bitch, my bitch is sexy
I'm on the jet, and then I'm on the jet ski
I make these female dogs heel, like
Man you be poppin' shit, and I be off
I'm full of alcohol, like a cotton
I just pick em' up and Mr. G just em' off
I serve ho's, Mr. Volleyball
on my shoes, that's the Lou B's
I'm on my P's and Q's, QP's
Nigga I'm chillin, catch a cool
I build a house, if money grow on trees
Fuck with me wrong, I send head to your momma
Death bed nigga, the fuck is your pyjamas
all day, period, no commas
Everybody to watch, but I'm timeless

[Hook: Lil
Dark ass shades, I can't see them
Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't to tip the waiter
I don't champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that go 'pew'
That go, 'pew'
That go, 'pew'
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go
Got a mean ass swagger, my do too

[Verse 2: Lil
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, The is greener in my garden
Swagger than the warden
Pow pow pow, I ain't arguing
Leave a nigga' lieakin', if you go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets still
Got a bunch of bitches tweakin, to tell me all of secrets
And if I get in pussy, I'm on her walls like graffiti
a dead pita bread, you're a fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag
Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed
Hit you dead on the money, that dead cash nigga
And it's, party time, excellent, World
Party time, excellent, World
Tonight I'll fuck another nigga girl
time, excellent, Wayne's World