Luyện nghe bài hát Beef

[Lil

Huh


Let's go, (Where you at, Wheezy?)

You to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick
or standin' a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick
And we the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas
We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas cannons
We ran in habitats with and plastic gats
Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's bastard's crack?!!"
I flash the Mack in front of your gal and her tell
Like, "Slut! the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!"
Lil Wayne, nigga blast and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I'm have to bang niggas
I bag the quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga
Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves,
If you out, you can find me on the with the work
If it's a drought, you can me on the street with the work
Never slip I half a clip deep in your shirt
And put your clique deep in the dirt
me?

(Hook-2x Wayne])
Who wan' beef with
Who wan' with 'em?
And it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em
And it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

[Lil
I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the with heaters
Let my nine-millimeters your peoples
Bust up in your house and put the gun to Renita
Give me the yay, or I'ma put her in her sneakers
Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black no smile
Me, Turk, G'z and - chicka-POW!
How come these keep burnin the world
and why the this nigga Weezy keep firmin your girl?
the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley drop
Then I'ma put up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell your mom to get the cops cause gon' need 'em
When you see bullets that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em
See for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedom
And for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper
Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I
Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya me?

[Lil
Nasty case, nigga run up in crib, crash the place
Blast the face, automatic attach to
You bastards play? Then it get and bad
There will be no more walkin for dad, and off with your head
A either gon' get it right, or they get it at night
And when they spit it, lick his ass twice 20 damn dice
and ice is what I prefer but light on the rocks
I pack clips tight on them glocks and light up your blocks
And if there's, involved then your throat's involved
I get the and roll up and smoke most of y'all
Me and my nigga Super Sosa, run up in your
while grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you (?) slim like Ethiopia
If you want drugs, I got flavors than Fruitopia
Recognize real and nuttin udder than that
Cause one from the mac'll have blood your back, ha?

- 2X