Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Got Time!

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(God I this sample)
We're going to
And
And have fun

I got time for these niggas
Better throw a at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, lookin' like a
Who the fuck you talkin' to
Boy I got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these
Had these hoes in this bitch for a water hose
Who the fuck you talking to, boy?
Boy I got time

Boy, I need a
How I got this far? Boy, I can't it
That I got car, so I took scenic
Passenger a boy, look like River Phoenix
(Happy birthday!)
You ass nigga yep, I'm thirsty
The little shots that you threw, they ain't me
I ain't fuck with you bitch ass in the place

I ain't got tiiiime for these
throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, like a seminar
Who the you talkin' to motherfucka?
Boy I ain't got time for these
Better a clock at these hoes
Had these hoes in this bitch lookin' for a hose
Who the you talking to, muthafuckin boy?
Boy I ain't got

Nat Turner would be so of me
Cause all these (motherfuckers!) got they style me
I bet they all looking the crowd at me
And if I ask them, bow to me
But, you a house nigga, so you don't
How that shit go my big lips and my big nose
And my big dick and my hair
'Cause you already know how my shit grow

(Hey)
Tick
Tick
Tick
tock

Been the man with a plan
Niggas know the
I set upon it, feel I bet I get a 100 mil'
Next line, I'll em' like woah
I've been kissing white boys since
One need to See Ms
Four, five, six ago
Suck selling
Conversations with Converse finalized, 'cause fucked up
read commas, you gon' leave comments
Saying what I shoulda did, but you did nada
You important
I'mma sporting
All Smiles Over
Shout out to The
(Tick tock)
And, I just handle all my business like a chess
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
And them golf boys, that's my set boy
Hard to swallow some thick soda
Walk wit' it, 'cause my pockets look like thick
Do the Skywalker, riding sola
And the kid sprite, and my tint cola
Getting neck from the like some big shoulders
I bust like that 9 in your heat holster
Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak
And I bred orthodox like I eat
Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big
Green bread, I be chilling a clean sofa
that thick odor
Young T
fuckers, black boy, oh silly me
(I got time!)

Better shit
'Cause I'm either in my Cons or my Golf
got a little flood, nigga pipe down
A lil uzi, lil boosie way I wipe
(Boy I got time!)
To be sittin' right now
'Cause dying every day
And I light brown
And i-D wanna give a nigga no pose
So I went and did a 12 page spread in
(Nigga I got time!)

man I'm dat boy
All you lil clones, boy I feel dat boy
You better kill that
around and remap route
When see that boy with them figures and that gap tooth
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
"Fuck. Hello"