Luyện nghe bài hát Bars In The Booth

My city so real out of towners wish they was the of it
While the government shut down on their own, that's I call self destruction
My young cousin died on the hustling
His suffering, wow
He didn't to one day walk her down the isle
I'll take his place, I'll be in a suit and a smile
She don't gotta thank me, your was brave
He would've did for me if I was in the grave
be sabotaging
Disrespect you on a website and it blogging
All up in the
say ''he was supposed to save rap from the nonsense''
Fell short, food for thought, we are starving
He's good, his city bad, his installment
He he better than his own city, that's preposterous
a problem my involvement is from
Brooklyn to Harlem, depend on me to solve it
Hiding behind a major fortress
Swims in pools of liquor,
Stuck his out like an ostrich, he a moving target
To the death on you
When I die put a street in my casket
And close it, just let me lay with the ratchet
Yeah, dust to dust and to ashes
So the snake who me could walk in laughing
By the grace of God I'mma up blasting
Acting like you built, you'se a up has-been
I dress a gun talk fashion
I'm a monster, [?]
I spit America's Most bars
My willpower got more will a hundred cars
I'mma show these how to deal, just cut the cards
a cocksucking broad, look
You got something you wanna get off your chest besides your bra
Stop hints, throw shots, confront it, pa
I got drama with none of y'all
But I hope you kill each other, I don't like neither one of y'all
You can go try and get you want involved
Tell 'em I'm a problem that they can't fucking
Acting like you really thugging hard and crons
He because of y'all
They put the battery in your back, now you think you a fucking
Hit you on the back and the battery out of your stomach, pa
Who died and them in charge?
Carried so many hoods on my shoulders I need somebody to me a massage
Selling of weed if he pull out another jar
Fuck hugging the block, I'mma have him God
Cross me and your heart won't live to beat throb
My gun got fired so it needed another job
I you in Alphabetic Slaughter I was at large
My whole be bucking crons
You can't come to Coney bumping niggas, you bugging, pa
You ain't just brushing pads, nigga, you hard
Next time make you know who you bumping, pa
Most of my Coney Island niggas'll leave you slumped on them bumping
Stop saying you won't get a nigga who and rob
I care if you won't, I would like a lumber yard
time you see the entourage we come to rob
Charge with a barrage, regardless hard
Hit harder than Bernard, we parked in your
Your broad's in a menage, hearts becoming
Your dogs is docking, dodge us, your squad is job
Arson larceny lancing
Bars of in front of y'all
a couple scars
Harlem, some parts of
Way across the and from
Cradle to coffin, give a fatal
I'm able to off 'em,
Now I'm the [?] buzzing
cross the reservoir
Dog, see you at the next mob, the son of