Luyện nghe bài hát Original Silence

I'm so
Mac!
Lil in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm ready
Them nigga's off, call em' R. Kelly
I'm higher a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank, and Neffie
Man all of these on my Johnson like Betsey
Got a card in my wallet, blacker than nigga Wesley
is a bitch, well my bitch is sexy
First I'm on the jet, and I'm on the jet ski
I make female dogs heel, like Giuseppe's
Man you be poppin' shit, and I be off
I'm of alcohol, like a cotton ball
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
Nigga I'm chillin, catch a breeze
I build a tree house, if money grow on
Fuck with me wrong, I 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 them
Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that go 'pew'
That go, 'pew'
That bitch go,
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go
Got a mean ass swagger, my do too

[Verse 2: Lil
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Shorty
And I from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, The grass is in my garden
Swagger meaner the warden
Pow pow pow, I with arguing
Leave a nigga' lieakin', if you go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun, but them still speakin'
Got a bunch of tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her like graffiti
You's a dead pita bread, you're a fed ass
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag
Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed
Hit you dead on the money, that dead cash nigga
And it's, party time, excellent, World
time, excellent, Wayne's World
Tonight I'll prolly fuck another girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne's