Luyện nghe bài hát Monster

Chrome on the monster leather
Wit' a top and a contestants
I'ma Rottweiler yes rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Baby yeah straight up out 'da stroller

Chrome on the monster intestines
With a top and a contestants
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah up out da stroller

1:]
Im higher than the solar system marley 'em
Im Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was pissin'
On myself Im ballin' you haterholics
Im the recipe so you can save the garlic
Im like a set of keys Im to get it started
I smoke Beverly Hills from California
'Dem bitches after me so I put paddle on 'em
She rode my dick and she shoulda put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for that rattle
And I got a clique I got a cattle homie
Wud up five back jus' bein' booL
Im talkin' foreign money like a European
Yeah Im heavy mane so you should
I hit you one fuck up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm yeah I got yall
I travel all around the world a postcard
My flow cold around and get a cold sore
I got bitch on lock like a closed door
Weezie's real 'dem otha' niggaz
Im connected I got more hoods a coat store
Im successful I got shit than you can hope for
And I got 'dat water like a boat ore
Carter the name
Baby boy risin' hot water and 'caine

Whip it stretch it and it
stretch it and flip it [x3]

2:]
Reup, we up in the club we up in the
Money like water bitch get up in the tub
Im up in the club she up in the he up in the club
Now she leave so we fuck in the club
Am I lucky or what Rabbit
And I like big tongues like fashion
I got more gurls than the Playboy
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete
And a nigga drink like the late Fred
And a nigga smoke like there is no
And I know world is so cold and decievin'
But I keep my up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and until that chosen
I'ma be Apple and Eagle
Yeah rite Apple and Eagle
Hollygrove 17 I won't you
Nope, and this is just the
But I'm already on the sequel
Fuck wit' me wrong fuck wit' yo home
Like a to the wife sayin' ya husband is gone
Muslim Im calm but like Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the up like a hundred arms
Im funky underarms
The recordin a thunderstorm
My hunger then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a

Weezy Fuckin'