Luyện nghe bài hát A Lot

I'm on the outside... I'm on the outside...

1:]
See these ni**az don't get it I spazz out
When I see a full moon and assed out
Get a dutch get a light grass out
More smoke more fire I pass out
That's how ni**as get like popeye's spinach
On a top five list, go cop my
cop out when the cops out
Do not doubt I got {clout} the rappers rap about}
C-H-A-R spitting an A-R
Fifteen my shits mean so get
The MVP in pink, no draft
Just drastic, get ya ass
gimme no help just gimme ya belt
So when you feeling ya self, you'd be feeling the welt
Charles hamilton is back, Sha-leik on the
beat is so crack, I got jeezy in the back

On the outside and I want in
On the outside looking and I in
On the outside and I want in
And I want in and I in
On the looking and I want in
On the outside looking and I in
On the looking and I want in
And I want in and I in

2:]
Got ni**as holding they head they cipher with me
Get rowdy like I got Roddy with me
Ya ass looking like a diaper, dig me
I might just hit I strike ya kidney
And watchu do (Not a god damn thing)
What ya man gon do (not a god thing) (yeah)
Step inside this god damn ring and watch ya ass leave (not a god damn thing)
I never a battle so fuck u rap ni**as
All you do is double talk, I trust u rap ni**as
You rap with no class, so I cut u rap
Give you a pound?, the hell would I touch u rap
It's me, Cassidy, and Weezy, the new
You don't see yo name on the list, why you
My my fam you don't get it my man
I'm for the game little ni**a I- Am

On the looking and I want in
On the outside looking and I in
On the looking and I want in
And I want in and I in
On the outside and I want in
On the outside and I want in
On the outside looking and I in
And I want in and I in

3:]
See I was born out in cleveland, raised in harlem
Money or not, I'm gon' stay here in
Play here in lay here in harlem
I'm ghost, see my grave here in harlem
I stay clear of problems but it finds me
So I sit on ni**as that say charles is
A day in my life would make a hot
Not just 1 song like that fox ni**a
I'm way too sick for the chicken soup
I new hits and my ni***s do it too
Fuck the box, man I'm living through the roof
Living proof my condition ain't got to do with u
{The hits that they produce} isn't what you fools to
I ate the apple the tree and made it fruity loops
Cause I'm the true babe ruth of the booth true to my roots
Make music but you,

On the outside looking and I in
On the outside looking and I in
On the outside looking and I in
And I want in and I in
On the outside and I want in
On the looking and I want in
On the outside and I want in
And I in and I want in

I'm on the
I'm a get in
I can see you
See true colors
you're ugly
Ugly me
I can see you
See in the you