Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

Ahem, excuse my charisma, with a spritzer
down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money and I am the commissioner
You don't want to with Weezy, 'cause the 'F' is for finisher

So misunderstood, but what's the without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized
Got the girl twisted 'cause she when ya twist her
Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I her

Life is a bitch and is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a family picture
You know father and we all know mother nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no

No matter buyin', I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, fuck
Fuck that shit, my up, you niggas just huntin' nut
Young Money runnin' and you niggas just runner-up's

I don't feel I've done so I'mma keep on doin' this shit
La or Young Tunafish

Yeah, I'm back in

I my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand me if you don't understand me
Had my heart by this woman named Tammy
But ho's gon' be ho's so I blame Tammy

talk to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it
Swimmin', I be seein' through niggas like sequins
Niggas think He-man, pow, pow, the end

Talkin' to because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, adultery
You full of shit, you close your and let you ass talk
Young Money eatin', all you do is add salt

playin', bitch, I got this game on dead bolt
Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my off
Real all day and tomorrow
But these talkin' crazy like they jaw broke

Glass half-empty, half-full, spill ya
Try me and run a wall, outfielder
You I'mma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy them while still ripe

Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a do
If these nigga's then I'mma have a mink suit
Tell them bitches I said put my on the wall
I speak the truth, but I that's a foreign language to y'all

And I call it I see it and my glasses on
But y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothin', you know the half of it
Young Money, Cash

Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right ya"
Bitch, real G's move in like lasagna
People say I'm crazy, sort of, kinda
Woman of my dreams? I don't sleep so I find her

You are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence a subject and a predicate
Yeah, a swagg' you would kill for
Money too strong, on body-builder

in a wishing well, now wish me well
Tell 'em my ass, call it kiss and tell

Word to my mama, I'm out of my Lima
Don't see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne a fiend

I played the side for you niggas that's to front and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you the son of me
Pause for this speech, I blow like Buddha
Disturb me and you'll be all over the like Luda

Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow through ya
I be macking 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a
Shout to ratchet for out on behalf of my shooter

think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is
Wayne, these niggas out they mind, I done told fuck niggas, so many times
That I these bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause

To them on my grind, did I get a little love? Keep throwing my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side 'cause no peace on my side

Bitch, I'm a man, I urinals abroad
Tune tells me who I'm when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya Gunna
Gunna,