Luyện nghe bài hát Original Silence

I'm so
Mac!
Lil Tunechi in 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 these broads on my like Betsey
Got a card in my wallet, blacker than that nigga
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 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 these ho's, Mr. Volleyball
Spikes on my shoes, the Lou B's
I'm on my P's and Q's, QP's
I'm chillin, catch a cool breeze
I a tree house, if money grow on trees
Fuck me wrong, I send your head to your momma
Death bed nigga, where the fuck is pyjamas
all day, period, no commas
Everybody to watch, but I'm timeless

[Hook: Lil
Dark ass shades, I can't see haters
Now eat fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that go 'pew'
bitch go, 'pew'
That bitch go,
Got a silencer on the gun, bitch go 'pew'
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, bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, The grass is greener in my
meaner than the warden
Pow pow pow, I with arguing
Leave a lieakin', if you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets speakin'
Got a bunch of bitches tweakin, to tell me all of secrets
And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls graffiti
a dead pita bread, you're a fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag
Fuckin' Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money, call that cash nigga
And it's, party time, excellent, Wayne's
Party time, excellent, Wayne's
Tonight I'll prolly fuck nigga girl
time, excellent, Wayne's World