Luyện nghe bài hát Ignant Shit

[Drake
Yeah, I appreciate your patience
It's been a moment since I done some speaking
I find its best to keep quiet
But uh
Sometimes you gotta let it out
Angel and Young Lion
You what it is

Ughh
I'm the property of
I drive here
I got
Bring me flutes, Rose and some shots over
I better when I'm not sober
I goodie no glaucoma
I'm a stock
Private flights home
No stop
Still spittin' that shit that they Pac over
The shit my mother looked over
yeah
They a
I'm the of 7
A migraine, take 2
I'm the one over
I'm the new 11
And if I die
I'ma do it
I never do a
I swear niggaz be me all hard
And lying to girls
And drivin' the same
there,
Wishing their became ours
'Cuz we have in common
Since I done became
I done became
Swervin' right into my peer's
Same dudes that to holler my engineer's name
One
I could the drapes and the sheers change
And show me the
That I without claim
What I set seems to extinguish
Coolest kid out
Word to Inglish
my own money
See the paper cut
My is your girlfriend's wakin' up ringer

Or alarm or
She be 6 in the morn'
If I let her
But I never get attracted to
'Cuz a beaver
Could be the of a dam
Always that I could figure
How to get these label heads to him good figures
And me the shows
Getting everyone
'Cuz them hipsters gone to get along with them hood niggaz
all good
I'm going off like lights when the shows'
Make pasta rent a called hoes over
Rest in peace to Ledger
But I'm no "Joker"
slow roast ya
Got no
Wet glass on your table
No
Burn everyday boy
No
G & Tez got a cig
But I'm no
just handed chips to me nigga
No
I'm with a Money Cash Money soldier
My cup runneth
The niggaz I ball with
I with
On Southern draw shit
Rookie of the
0 6, Chris shit
D.R., CJ & Po
I see
cases don't work out
I hope we can on
Makin' to pay any Judge Judy off
First I'm a do is
Free
Go..

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And I'll probation
I don't that T.I. and Vick vacation
plane
Big
I'm going to the
To make a big

I stunt
I hard
And if the food ain't on the
I for it
But in the mean
You can call me Young Roy, Jones
Fightin' the and gun charges

Don't leave me
And I'm a cheese
to Vince Lambardy
Word to Marky
Leave a departed
All that like the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy like its
Red on it like its recordin'
I ain't
I'm C-4in'
My foreign
We are in
A they aren't
Better dig in pocket
And pay
cover your eyes
Your face
Watch the game the side
I'm play
No, I didn't say that I'm
But I
Damn don't tarnish
My pistol got
For garments
I'm so
I can on a comet
K.Y. no
I'm on it
Weezy F.
bitch
You know what they say 'bout your palm itch
I'm gon' get
I'm gon' get
Young in your tummy
And we gon'
And get toilet paper quick
when Bone spit
That's right
I'm on my grown shit
That Marvin Gaye know
No ice, chrome shit
And you boyfriend softer than a pit
I fuck the world
a long dick
I'm me

I'm me
you niggas sweet the pussy
In I eat
Fireman down your entire street
So fly I'ma take off when I
Bye.
And you can suck my
on my money
Head butt Yao
Put your hand in the
If you my things
I'm shufflin' the
'Bout to cut my

But I the dealer
House full of bitches like Tequila

I'm the man in the
My just screaming
Motherfucker!
Do you her?

Drizzy
the lick read?
We make
Boy-Roy &

[Lil' outro]
Wooh!
Moulah baby