Luyện nghe bài hát Outro

Yeah, I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already that
Live the state where they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you
Deeper in the quicksand, with no fix, man
No tricks, man, is for kids
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the
Drank, and the 20 ounce in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm sittin on the that clack
down candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps are holding back, let's go!

Look who in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the of him
That that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
record, goes back to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for and you die fast
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas advocates actors to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Range
Tats on my like an art exhibit
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat in the car with strippers
Guns in hidden
I was real little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll bust than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight that my crown for testin', testin'
Chop off like King Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in this thing, be dumb
in this shit since '91
Niggas fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Klum
now, was a wylin' dude
Studied cowards and made power
Watched Wild Planet seen lions food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate or like my Drake say
"We got time to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the
Poverty and made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
Its that Blood gang five, but green is the bottom
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, aint gon' fight
They actin' like they aint gon' die until I let 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no place for a
Put greed in our heart, its the that we want
Cash Money is the company and the boss!

Rhymes]
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my levels are unreachable
Anything said other that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to and
Flatten everything now let me it, nigga run
And be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated like a constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and 'em and take 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, rich
And I done killed more cats curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now enough of that, see now Im out the
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a 'nother classic with tha Carter IV