Luyện nghe bài hát Bars In The Booth

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