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 than a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank, and Neffie
Man all of these on my Johnson like Betsey
Got a card in my wallet, blacker that nigga Wesley
is a bitch, well my bitch is sexy
First I'm on the jet, and I'm on the jet ski
I make these female dogs heel, Giuseppe's
Man you be shit, and I be poppin' off
I'm full of alcohol, like a ball
I just em' up and Mr. G just drop em' off
I these 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 build a tree house, if grow on trees
Fuck with me wrong, I your head to your momma
Death bed nigga, where the is your pyjamas
all day, period, no commas
Everybody to watch, but I'm timeless

Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can't see them
Now eat these bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
I'm on that 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 silencer on the gun, that bitch go
Got a mean ass swagger, my do too

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