Luyện nghe bài hát Sh!t (Remix)

I'm so sorry, so
This, that Sorry 4 The Wait 2, and I'm so sorry

Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for them fake
Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day,
Bad in mi casa, no mi casa su casa
My choppa go doom dada

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Tunechi, bitch, on my future shit, I'm too
I sleep on a crucifix, I wake up crank and turn into a
Then shoot my behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I another uzi clip, I shoot to kill
These niggas shooting bricks, I'm too for real
Your head a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm bumping Carter 5 on a
My bitch mad as cause' it ain't out yet
She said as these niggas hear your new shit
They going have to give they back
I said "you too crazy", she "you too humble"
I said "you too bae", she "you too sweet"
Then I asked her do she go ways
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, dirty to me
Treat that like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my
Never in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving these
Sell to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm allergic to
I twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm like you heard what you see
I'm a disease, I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on these streets my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm stirring the grease
bitch you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you murdered week
Like that blunt between my too I'm at peace, word
I smirk when I screech, trigga smart, street
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my time in Money, time served and released
But this agent free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, that shit is so
I'm focused, focused on my expertise
They "Tunechi, you good," I'm like "bob yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, don't question me, let me
Dog, big dog, I cock back and shoot at ya
long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
You a parakeet
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse
We doing usual shit, she gonna lube for this
Cause' I'mma stick it in her gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the view and
up here everybody look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines a movie script But these are true events, lord
I'll a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put his in a ice box with holes in his body like socks
niggas softer than, these niggas softer then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it like cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you live twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you fight
I'm from a where the high crime rate like Iran
We put yo ass on nightline, I'm on the like a python
These niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me
That's because they on the sideline, but never try mine
Spittin' like I'm sipping while my bitch sip on mai tai
But she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she "don't be sorry"
Then she said "don't for shit cause' you the shit
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"