Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm back in

I lost my mind, somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't me
Had my heart broken by 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 through this niggas like sequins
Niggas think He-man, pow, pow, the end

Talkin' to myself I am my own consultant
Married to the money, the world, that's adultery
You full of shit, you your mouth 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
nigga all day and tomorrow
But these motherfuckers talkin' like they jaw broke

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

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

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

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

You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an
I got that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swagg' you kill for
too strong, pockets on body-builder

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

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

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

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

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

To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love? Keep my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my 'cause ain't no peace on my side

Bitch, I'm a man, I visit abroad
Tune tells me who I'm shooting the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya heard?
Gunna,