Luyện nghe bài hát Outro

Yeah, I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already that
Live from the state where chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
Kush in my cigar, and in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the
You with PA so you know what it is
I'm sittin on the that clack
Comin' down in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are back, let's go!

Look who in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the of him
nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record, back to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas advocates seemed to get typecast in the same role
16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine Range Rov'
on my body like an art exhibit
I did good for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in compartments
I was real young little youth, a nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise that I spit
Let's get one thing straight my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like King the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in this thing, don't be
in this shit since '91
Niggas fuck with the style I use
Your is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a dude
Studied cowards and power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas or like my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the
and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up them poppers burn ya block up
the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
Its that gang five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' like aint gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no place for a
Put in our heart, its the green that we want
Cash is the company and Weezy the boss!

Rhymes]
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my rating levels are
Anything said other that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do gonna stop, this shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he again!"
See now they nominated a to come and
everything now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated like a nigga with a gun
I gotta make it they want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic tha Carter IV