Luyện nghe bài hát Try Me

[Verse 1: Lil
Okay I'ma throw a on this beat, now who wanna play fetch?
When it to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless
came too many times, left the whole bed wet
[?] I'm the Blood Man, Redman
A scared man a dead man, can I get an
You done bought all of them guns and ain't dead yet
Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the head
Got your bitch on her knees like she legless
Like I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust the I ride for
If I see 'em in the streets, have to treat 'em like a rival
I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs, I'm so fly, shop at
Mama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need wood to knock on
Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy and popcorn
I got very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on
And little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on
Point with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon
Hold up, we them boys, we wild boys
I hold my pistol sideways when I shoot, for style points
Menace to society, menace to myself
Bend but don't break, my niggas call me
And you don't no problem, I'ma problem
My AK just keep shootin', on autopilot
Tunechi your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems
Bad bitch on top of me, she from the bottom
On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud
You gotta shoot the rat when it too big for the mousetrap
Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and I "Pow" back
Flip you like a kayak, bitch it's combat
Bitch I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite ruby
Made enough to but I keep makin' up excuses
Triple A dick, amazin' and amusin'
I'm sedated and secluded, I'm the greatest and
Cause my mama say I'm livin' wrong
Well if I die then I guess she right
Catch me walkin' on this water, nigga
I catch your ass at a red light
And you gon' that blocka, that blocka
I represent my killers Johnnie Cochran
We kidnap mamas and
We don't give a fuck if their ass
Brief moment of for Chris Wallace
Soulja Slim, Pac, C, I hope they're smilin'
And still hot as, tamales
My private plane got that wi-fi and that
I'm so sorry for the

[Verse 2: Mack
your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard
I'm a fiend for the bread, I the whole DeJ Loaf
My Chinese chick just want a and some [?]
She a squirter so we fuck on my Versace sheets
My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey
It's like Wayne Gretzky Jeremy Shockey
We Money Mafia, I rep what I rep
Try to throw salt on my name and put pep in your step
Put your on, nigga please get you a grip
And I bet you rest in when I let this bitch rip
The money runnin' like water, check the cash
My weed funky like armpits and
Potato on the nine, when we we mash slow
And make sure kids get everything they ask for
My bitch in London said she's a Mack
And her love Tune, she a Wayniac
It's like she's two different persons, she be chillin', she be
Cry a river, squirt a ocean, fuck in slow motion
Man I know Soulja of me (yah heard me?)
Man I Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that late
And I ain't apologetic but for the wait
Tha 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I usually ain't but sorry for the wait