Luyện nghe bài hát My Weezy

[DJ
Young all stars on the way
Put the in the bag now hand it over

[Lil'
Wait a
a minute
Wait a
See I ain?t you were gunna do this one.
Ight, now you motherfuckers happy
what y?all you been wantin? huh?
Okay, okay,
Go Drama

[DJ
See I don?t be the Mixtape King no more,
More like the President,
Odrama!
It was time for change,
I mean the game dry
So, I figured we going for
So, me and gon? keep runnin?
So niggas can fly

[Lil'
a Big E beat,
And I'm a cook this bitch piggy meat
Yeah,
You can get chopped,
Money bitch
Let the champagne pop,
I will bat man,
Now go her short stop
bitch, you do the wop
Well bitch, I do the
man, you do the drop
Well man, I do the
You up in parking lots
I pull up the dock

Macaroni and hamhocks,
I am not on your planet Dr. Spock,

To my own tune,
Lil'
My hurtin'
My shit is real soon
Kill whom and for whatever
That longer than a word with ten letters
Now you it
I say Young Money forever,
And we than all these mothafuckas up in this era
talkin' 'bout?

I tell my pick the target out,
And I quickly pick the target off
volleyball, I'm a serve 'em,
And fake is pussy so nigga, I'm a virgin
Dr. Carter, tell bitches I'm a surgeon
than some brand new detergent
Ya me?
And I make ya bitch get on the plane that Fergie
'em get on (Birdman Jr.'s birdy)

I the skin that I'm in
Goose couldn't shake me up out of the Y.M.
Yack,
Goose,
'Tron,
gin
Got a couple girls
Let the begin
I you call your self a baller when the cameras on
If it ain't cuz you got it
What you on?
See, I'm a chick
You frontin' niggas me up with
But my crew holdin' bags bitches

Twist]
Rockin' on the
And yeah, I hit my
I boogy
Now the girls really me
V.I.C. to Vic
Yeah, both got silly
Twist, I get silly
I?m the of the city
Money, Young Moula
Yeah, the kid in this
men in this game
Can't compete with me

When I pull up in candy red
(54's on the sittin' next to Lil' Wayne)
I'm a
I'm a dog
Yeah, I rap harder
Mic in my
I run like Barber
You on the sidelines
And I be a
Going bad on you kids like I'm Carter
That's my little sister if you boys know
(Wait)
That's Weezy's
(So don't with her bro'!)
Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of
out
Young Money, all star

It's
No
I'm
No
This
diet
Every milla fish
deep
Like the white guy Verizon
Gator
So it's right you meet the fugitive
John

School
I was too
Than them no
You no high-fivin'
Nigga, roll the damn

My word play touch is the color great
My kick so unreal
They say them colors be fake
been made
MTV, I
your very eyesight
My fame's no
the deal
Steak dinner
For the
My life is a Compton play
You can see it
Nearly it
From a couple feet
But away
Cuz I
Get
With them
Let me
Get on a
Period
I'm off the hook like phones
My identity so
They it's wrong
G.E.D. Young
strong, so I'ma keep goin'
My ligaments covered in green like general symbols on my
my skin was leather made
Leatherman
You ain't never
a nun booty
None me

It's boys
man
I do it for the hatin'

[DJ
to Hollygrove
Shout to the
304
Shout to
Philly