Luyện nghe bài hát Try Me

[Verse 1: Lil
Okay I'ma a tantrum on this beat, now who wanna 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 man, can I get an amen?
You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody yet
Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the rest
Got your bitch on her knees like she legless
Like I trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for
If I see 'em in the streets, have to treat 'em like a rival
I'm a pleasure to eyeballs, I'm so fly, shop at Skymall
never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need some 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 this little red dot gon' me hit a nigga spot on
Point guard with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say
up, we them boys, we them wild boys
I hold my pistol sideways when I shoot, for style points
Menace to society, menace to though
Bend but break, my niggas call me elbow
And you don't want no problem, problem
My AK just shootin', it's on autopilot
Tunechi your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems
Bad bitch on top of me, she started the bottom
On that Cognac and that pack, that loud pack
You shoot the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrap
Shoot at me and I'ma back and then I "Pow" back
Flip you over a kayak, bitch it's combat
Bitch I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite ruby
Made enough to but I keep makin' up excuses
Triple A dick, that's amazin' and
I'm sedated and secluded, I'm the greatest and
Cause my baby mama say I'm livin'
Well if I die I guess she dead right
Catch me walkin' on this water, nigga
I your pussy ass at a red light
And you gon' hear blocka, that blocka
I represent my killers like Cochran
We kidnap mamas and
We don't give a if their ass adopted
Brief moment of for Chris Wallace
Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope smilin'
And still hot as, tamales
My private plane got that wi-fi and wireless
I'm so for the wait

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