Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7

Ahem, my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my Patricia
Money militia and I am the commissioner
You don't want to start with Weezy, the 'F' is for finisher

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm back in

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

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

Talkin' to myself because I am my own
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

Stop playin', bitch, I got this on dead bolt
so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head 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 know I'mma 'til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy them while they still

Bitch, playin', I do it like a king do
If these nigga's animals then I'mma have a suit
them bitches I said put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas think they high as I, I laugh at your ruler
Cash cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind, I done told these fuck niggas, so times
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind, 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 ain't no on my side

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