Luyện nghe bài hát Try Me

[Verse 1: Lil
Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat, now who play fetch?
When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at
Shawty came too many times, the whole bed wet
[?] I'm the Blood Man, Redman
A scared man a dead man, can I get an
You done bought all of them guns and nobody dead yet
Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the head
Got your bitch on her knees like she legless
Like I can't my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for
If I see 'em in the streets, I'ma to treat 'em like a rival
I'm a to your eyeballs, I'm so fly, shop at Skymall
Mama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need wood to knock on
Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy and popcorn
I got very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on
And little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on
Point guard the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon
Hold up, we them boys, we wild boys
I hold my pistol sideways when I shoot, for style points
Menace to society, menace to though
Bend but don't break, my niggas me elbow
And you don't no problem, I'ma problem
My AK just shootin', it's on autopilot
Tunechi what's fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems
Bad bitch on top of me, she from the bottom
On that and that loud pack, that loud pack
You shoot the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrap
at me and I'ma smile back and then I "Pow" back
Flip you over like a kayak, bitch it's
Bitch I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite color
Made enough to quit but I keep makin' up
Triple A dick, amazin' and amusin'
I'm and secluded, I'm the greatest and improvin'
Cause my baby mama say I'm wrong
Well if I die then I she dead right
Catch me on this mothafuckin' water, nigga
I catch pussy ass at a red light
And you gon' hear blocka, that blocka
I represent my killers Johnnie Cochran
We mamas and toddlers
We don't give a fuck if their ass
Brief moment of for Chris Wallace
Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're smilin'
And Weezy still hot as,
My plane got that wi-fi and that wireless
I'm so sorry for the

2: Mack Maine]
Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna the headboard
I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the DeJ Loaf
My Chinese just want a blunt and some [?]
She a squirter so we fuck on my Versace sheets
My whole crew'll on you like a hockey team
It's like Wayne Gretzky Jeremy Shockey
We Young Money Mafia, I rep I rep
Try to throw salt on my and I'll put pep in your step
Put your on, nigga please get you a grip
And I bet you rest in peace I let this bitch rip
The money like water, check the cash flow
My weed like armpits and asshole
Potato on the nine, when we creep we slow
And sure them kids get everything they ask for
My bitch in London said a Mack Mainiac
And her love Tune, she a Wayniac
It's she's two different persons, she be chillin', she be cursin'
Cry a river, squirt a ocean, fuck fast in motion
Man I know Soulja proud of me (yah me?)
Man I know Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)
Tha 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I apologetic but sorry for the wait
Tha 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait