Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a
Swagger down pat, call my Patricia
Young Money and I am the commissioner
You don't want to start with Weezy, the 'F' is for finisher

So misunderstood, but the world without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, swimmers
Got the girl twisted she open when ya twist her
met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her

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

No matter who's buyin', I'm a
Black and white diamonds, segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you just huntin' nut
Money runnin' shit and you niggas just runner-up's

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

Yeah, I'm goin' in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paper chasin', tell paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real G's move in silence like
People say I'm borderline crazy, sort of,
of my dreams? I don't sleep so I can't find her

You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an
I got through that sentence a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a you would kill for
Money too strong, on body-builder

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

Word to my mama, I'm out of my bean
Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some
Llama scream, hotter summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a

I played the side for you niggas tryin' to front and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I like Buddha
me and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda

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

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 done 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? Keep throwing my 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 shooting when the outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya heard?
Gunna,