Luyện nghe bài hát Original Silence

I'm so
Mac!
Lil Tunechi in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm
Them nigga's pissed off, em' R. Kelly
I'm higher a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank, and Neffie
Man all of these broads on my like Betsey
Got a card in my wallet, blacker than that nigga
Life is a bitch, well my is sexy
I'm on the jet, and then I'm on the jet ski
I these female dogs heel, like Giuseppe's
Man you be poppin' shit, and I be off
I'm of alcohol, like a cotton ball
I pick em' up and Mr. G just drop em' off
I serve ho's, Mr. Volleyball
Spikes on my shoes, the Lou B's
I'm on my P's and Q's, QP's
Nigga I'm chillin, catch a breeze
I a tree house, if money grow on trees
Fuck with me wrong, I send your head to your
Death bed nigga, where the fuck is pyjamas
Blood all day, period, no
tyin' to watch, but I'm timeless

[Hook: Lil
Dark ass shades, I see them haters
Now eat these bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my hurt
Bitch I'm on Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a on the gun, that bitch go 'pew'
That go, 'pew'
bitch go, 'pew'
Got a on the gun, that bitch go 'pew'
Got a mean ass swagger, my do too

[Verse 2: Lil
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove, that is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, The is greener in my garden
Swagger than the warden
Pow pow pow, I ain't with
a nigga' lieakin', if you scared go see the deacon
Got a on the gun, but them bullets still speakin'
Got a bunch of tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls graffiti
You's a dead bread, you're a fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red nigga
Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed
Hit you dead on the money, that dead cash nigga
And it's, party time, excellent, World
Party time, excellent, Wayne's
Tonight I'll prolly fuck nigga girl
Party time, excellent, World