Luyện nghe bài hát Original Silence

I'm so
Mac!
Lil in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm ready
nigga's pissed off, call em' R. Kelly
I'm than a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank, and Neffie
Man all of broads on my Johnson like Betsey
Got a card in my wallet, blacker than nigga Wesley
Life is a bitch, 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 poppin' shit, and I be off
I'm full of alcohol, like a cotton
I just pick em' up and Mr. G just em' off
I serve ho's, Mr. Volleyball
on my shoes, that's the Lou B's
I'm on my P's and Q's, QP's
I'm chillin, catch a cool breeze
I build a tree house, if money grow on
Fuck with me wrong, I send your head to momma
Death bed nigga, the fuck is your pyjamas
all day, period, no commas
Everybody to watch, but I'm timeless

Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I see them haters
Now eat fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that go 'pew'
That go, 'pew'
bitch go, 'pew'
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go
Got a ass swagger, my bitches do too

[Verse 2: Lil
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a
I go stupid, I go retarded, The grass is in my garden
meaner than the warden
Pow pow pow, I with arguing
a nigga' lieakin', if you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets 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 bread, you're a fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, red flag nigga
Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your head nigga
Hit you dead on the money, that dead cash nigga
And it's, party time, excellent, World
Party time, excellent, Wayne's
Tonight prolly fuck another nigga girl
time, excellent, Wayne's World