Luyện nghe bài hát Ignant Shit

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

Ughh
I'm the property of
I ain't drive
I got
Bring me champagne flutes, Rose and shots over
I better when I'm not sober
I goodie no glaucoma
I'm a stock
Private flights back
No over
Still spittin' that that they shot Pac over
The shit my looked shocked over
yeah
They a
I'm the of 7
A migraine, 2 Excedrin
I'm the one twice
I'm the new 11
And if I die
I'ma do it
I do a second
I swear niggaz be me all hard
And to their girls
And the same cars
there,
Wishing problems became ours
'Cuz we nothing in common
Since I done became
I became bigger
Swervin' right into my lanes
Same dudes that used to holler my name
One
I could make the drapes and the change
And show me the
That I without claim
What I set seems to never
Coolest kid out
Word to Chuck
my own money
See the paper cut
My song is your girlfriend's up ringer

Or alarm or
She be 6 in the morn'
If I let her
But I get attracted to fans
a eager beaver
Could be the of a dam
Always knew I could figure
How to get these label heads to him good figures
And me the shows
Getting everyone
'Cuz them hipsters gone have to get along them hood niggaz
all good
I'm going off like lights when the over
pasta rent a movie called hoes over
Rest in to Heath Ledger
But I'm no "Joker"
I'll roast ya
Got no
Wet glass on your table
No
Burn bread boy
No
G & Tez got a cig
But I'm no
They just handed to me nigga
No
I'm a Young Money Cash Money soldier
My cup runneth
The same niggaz I with
I fall
On some Southern shit
Rookie of the
0 6, Chris Paul
D.R., CJ & Po
I see
These cases don't out
I hope we can on
Makin' enough to pay any Judge off
First I'm a do is
Weezy
Go..

[Lil'
And I'll take
I don't want that T.I. and Vick
Private
Big
I'm to the bank
To a big donation

I stunt
I stunt
And if the food on the stove
I for it
But in the time
You can me Young Roy, Jones Junior
the drugs and gun charges

Don't leave me
And I'm a cheese
Word to Lambardy
Word to Marky
Leave a departed
All that like the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy like its
Red light on it its recordin'
I recordin'
I'm C-4in'
My foreign
We are in
A lead they
Better dig in your
And pay
Better cover your
face fallin'
Watch the game the side
I'm callin'
No, I didn't say I'm flawless
But I
Damn sure tarnish
My got comments
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 when palm itch
I'm gon' get
Money I'm get
Money in your tummy
And we shit
And get that paper quick
when Bone spit
That's right
I'm on my grown shit
That only Marvin know
No ice, just shit
And you boyfriend softer a foam pit
I scream fuck the
a long dick
I'm me

I'm me
you niggas sweet like the
In I eat
Fireman down your entire street
So fly I'ma take off when I
Bye.
And you can my wings
Stand on my
Head butt Yao
Put your in the oven
If you my things
I'm the cards
'Bout to cut my

But I ain't the
House full of like Tila Tequila

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

Drizzy
What the read?
We make
& Sick-freed

[Lil' outro]
Wooh!
Moulah baby