Luyện nghe bài hát American Gangster

Los! Uh
Haha! Listen, ok
Last time I hustled hard cuz rappers p-ssy
And the crown aint safe in the hood, goody?

Uh, I my goal
this go getter, yea n-ggas is slow
I'm pitching a headed. Noo
N-gga paint pictures his fly repetition
Don't I the perfect picture like its high definition
I'm too Jurassic, a future
Transack, backpack, Do the math
Bitch let me black cuz its ugly, I'm back won my study,
Loosen up the snap backs, to the skullies
Make me flashback to the and the Cudi's
make me relax, I'll run laps around dummies
Relapse, backs, it's a wrap for you mummies
rappers, ease back, back to the background for me
Trynna more bizz, so I can get rose on the 23's
Something like on Wiz
The aint safe, so all you n-ggas screaming out 'You Got Next'
Tell them I now it aint safe
I eat off rap, eat rappers, keep snacking, so slacking
I'm lap running and speed bagging, bagging, body hooking and left jabbing
Make you miscount an attack, then I back and its 1 hit, 2 hit, 3 hit,
You four like a 1 dick, 2 chick, 3 these whores
1 watch, 2 chains, like a 3 degrees breeze, I'm the one air, the 23's on my sneakers
And theres a lot of big every time the kid break another comment,
Talk the kid's Ink, F-ck yall think, I get the job done
I aint make XXL, but can't God son
It's game time yall to ball
I got a that'll school boys no Kendrick Lamar
Oh let me it I'm just killing every topic
I aint dissing, I aint bitching if a n-gga me
I don't know cuz I aint listen, I aint missing, I aint
I'm the nigga a mission, got a plan and the vision
I want the crown, you aint that?
F-ck it I want the ground, n-ggas run around blocks, I run the
I don't chase a dream, n-gga I it down, and never close an eyelid
Never met Los, you know I'm fly as shit
But try this on, how its feeling,
That you could never be two, so see I aint shitting you,
You could be number 1, and I see why its pissing you, off
Soft n-ggas lack the backbone and the heart, you don't even act wrong in thoughts
And its moving the to act wrong get depart
Or we can take two no queen, get the director cut, I don't mean behind the scenes
I've been this shit since Francis and Yao Ming
baby, fly on the low life
Tracy eye on the low, when I had gold teeth and I was high on the dro
And my big had a whole pie on the stove
Had my eye on the goal, hog tie on the
And even I aint drive, I walk fly on a hoe, LOS!