Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

Ahem, excuse my charisma, with a spritzer
down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia and I am the
You want to start with Weezy, 'cause the 'F' is for finisher

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

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

No who's buyin', I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, fuck
Fuck shit, my money up, you niggas just huntin' nut
Young runnin' shit and you niggas just runner-up's

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

Yeah, I'm goin' in

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

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

Talkin' to myself because I am my own
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 dead
Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my off
Real all day and tomorrow
But these motherfuckers crazy like they jaw broke

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

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

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

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

You are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swagg' you kill for
Money too strong, pockets on

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

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

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

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

think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is
Wayne, these niggas out they mind, I done told fuck niggas, so many times
That I these bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck 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 no peace on my side

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