Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Shit

Yea, ice hoodie, bathin' ape tennis shoes
No for pictures, no time for interviews
I'm go get the money, or sunny
Try me and I'm comin' out my arm or somethin'
on the table "Pay me or they go"
You can't get the then pay me in Yayo,
me the drama
Don't go run and if that's ya mama
Then I'll merk you right in front of that
I'm a Young Money, Cash Money, soldier
Watch out Ms. Syria, I'm kinda ya, ha
I'm a headache, but they the pain
I ask a bitch her name and her go board the plane

I'm so sure, I more, I'm so more, the Wayne.
I know whores, know whores
That's always with more whores
You owe I show whores, I grow whores
I it's at the store 'cause I go more
I go forth and so
Mami say she so bored oh boy uh oh
I leave pussy so sore that's right no doze
Bitch get lost in the current how the dough
call Maybachs lo-lo's

Nigga got the in a choke hold
I fold to the cops to the po-po's
hoes
Shout to my stompin' ground,
Fuck with them New Orleans niggas,
Uptown up town's, where I rolls,
Welcome to the real and of course
That chopper that I split them like a divorce
Then the spiritual force, 'em way up north
say the end is comin', I'm a stay up for it
I'm a that money, you can wait up for it
I'm a kick to the snare, boom to the bass
What more can I say? I can't my face

up, wheel up bring it back come rewind
I'm a dealer I bring it back all the time
That coke, hard, that crack, oh God
You get caught you can't give no charge

Nigga mouth slow am out no charge
That's free no that's G code ya'll
So, no more slow leakin' now he got a flat
laid on his back flat halftime (halftime)
In the crib playin' EA
in the streets till the D.A. See they corpse
Plus the chickies know I stay fresh my tippy toes
Hit the sneaker and say two words
"Gimme those" (gimme)

Gimme those (those) gimme (those)
Matter gimme those whole three rows
I hit the sacks like gimme (that)
Gimme that (that) gimme that matter gimme that rack
laid tad paid I'm out
I'm off to the valet, where's my Thank you
I do better who better? You
Abuse playboy Hugh Hefner

The two up my dick yes uh
I buy a car just because I like the smell of new
I'm young, I'm fly, I'm black, I'm
I let my sag I drag my dick (ya dig)

The whores I let my balls sag also
Off they drawers, grow 'em all in they
Uh, she can't the dick
I tell her "put a sock in it, bitch the dick"
Stroke, stroke see if she can the dick
May I see if she can take the brick you on a now

Meanwhile, I'm in the
Doin' my daily
a few things, cook a few O's
Let my bag 'em
Give 'em to my workers let the have 'em
Fiends go beserk for the work I'm
Fiends go to work after the work you 'em

They know they gotta buy more they head hurt they sore
You sellin' that keet rock, sheet rock, dry
They don't want that they come back for
But they come back to me they don't come back to
I be chef the chef you have to re-chef
When I chef rewind, reset, replay, action
I be chef the chef you never have to
When I comprendez, aye