Luyện nghe bài hát Stuntin

[DJ
(Dramatic Nigga)

Uh, alright, here I go

I'm a rapper turn singer and you can tell that he
But i don't need my chords all i hit is C notes
N.E.R.D i spaz if I'm prevoke
I'm bout to the fucking game, pass the remote.
Money is everything, and it's every other
I'm part of the choir and its the motto that my brother
Cash is the right now, are post game
MoneyOverBitches dot com the domain
coming too soon, album on the way
People ask me if i pray, i say yeah in a blue moon
Oops, i mean a red moon, i did it to 'em
Let me leave the station for your affiliation
I say heavy metaphors, so overweight
I could rap around these other youngin's like a cobra
Frostbite drizzy nigga, nobody is as drake
Keep yo ass inline, don't be tryin' to skate
all the discrete shit, i get on some peep shit
I am 21, me who do i compete with
I'm on my elite shit, you can im real cuz i'm gettin hood love
And i aint even talkin street
Young angel, lie and im done tryin
I'm jus doin, who's drinkin' cause im
on me, everything is on me
And my is still down like shes fucking John B
And when i go dumb, i tend to do shit
I just listen back and now I'm soundin' like a
This for all the strippers cause i know they bump it
Tell her back it up and it, back it, back it up and dump it
Ain't no pistols here, yo money will
My accountant feed his family off my fiscal year
Tax, and back and forth faxes
My money in full circle, get up on my axis
I'mma kill 'em only cause i promised
They think I'm bein' cocky but I'm being honest
I'm swallowin' the goose, got a model loose
And i never less, i got some bottles and a booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take
I'm just havin' patience cause i it to make sense
White cup, orange pop, Tennessee shit
Drop a 4 in it and appreciate the

[DJ
(Gangtsa, gangsta, gangsta.
I just want to remember,
This is the mixtape you bump,
While you a black president.)

Wayne]
Yeah.
Come on, the dro.
I am a beast, and you can ask them hoes.
And they might say you should leave me alone.
only scared.
Cause it like me.
Stunting is a habit, I get it my daddy.
Just Shaggy, I told that Boombastic.
Im a bastard.
I dont give a about y'all.
I talking marbles, you can pluck my balls.
And yes I am falling, but up I fall.
And if your bitch in heat, she can my dog.
I went from pinchin' to private planes.
sat on any benches, I got in games.
Starter Carter, harder.
Ten girls, house suite, y'all order
Whatever please.
Wine, crackers, and cheese.
They off their clothes and put on my tees.
The Im taking got me feeling mighty
my gun and money dont split, call that Siamese.
Yes, my make the frickin' time freeze.
Your girl me, she suck my dick, and I sneeze.
Cheap ass apartment, just the I need.
And eighteen Gs is why the chicken the street.
What you know about it? My nigga so it.
If we everybody, they can go to court about it.
Weezy. I the liars.
Baby, I the fire.
I am Michael, Michael Myers; your body in the dryer.
Got the shotty on the of me.
My bad boys me.
Im a bad boy, obviously.
Pop one at ivy league.
I have a rivalry.
If so, you a cosulty.
Oops, I a casualty.
Oops, I catasrophe.
Oops, I actually, you niggas is just ass to me,
And big, wet, pussy is like what Im rathering.
to the gathering.
to the burying.
Or I hang you on the like an art gallery.
You got salary.
and I got money.
I got money.
I got money.
Bitch.

[DJ
(See, I y'all it was going to be worth the wait, right?)

Wayne]
Dedication three. Chris wit me.