Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

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

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

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

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

I don't feel I've done 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 by this woman named Tammy
But ho's be ho's so I couldn't blame Tammy

talk to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, it self-defense
Swimmin', I be seein' through this like sequins
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 and let you ass talk
Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana
Now all I want is hits, bitch, signed a fiend

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

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

Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your
Cash cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind, I done told these fuck niggas, so many
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? Keep throwing my in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my 'cause ain't no peace on my side

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