Luyện nghe bài hát Bruce Banner

I'm not a rapper, I'm a
It's a couple chefs in game, and a whole lotta' biters

wrong with these niggas
to it
Fuck wit' 'em
to it
This niggas talkers not
The drive of Walker, I got it
Can't touch 'em, like, now I'm sipping this Henny Hypnotic
Fuck wrong 'em
to it (uh!)

Honestly can't nobody come for me 'cept
And I hope you offended, like it's
Don't me debunk your kung-fu
Fuck up the Feng shui when we come through
They hurt us
My shit in Target, I'm Nate Burkus, ain't perfect
Can she walk out the javelin
Y'all niggas babbling about who the and who after him
If intelligent discussion was dribbling, you'd be
And I'd be somewhere Harlem Globetrot truth
I'm adamant the handle I got on this shit
I pattened it after Harden and James Patterson
make me Alex Cross, cross 'tween,
skip through that lane and change (uh!)
lose medullas, fuckin' with my shooters
Rappers lose medallions fuckin' with
So niggas hangin', they know Mr. Cooper
Police are shooters then like bloopers
They gon' that shit on T.V., 'til we Stevie to it
Say we can't make drink the water
I don't if we can lead 'em to it
I see the difference, I don't see
I see people that look like me that's to it
And speaking on it is preaching to 'em
And apparently opinions is
tragic to mention, no intention
But only you got blue checks and new
checks and a few floors, more than a
I'm too for all this, fifth-grade, bitch-made
Watch your mouth you spit facts, what for?
I got the nigga
Heard 'Soul and I knew that I inspire niggas greatly
Hailey at the root of it all
My quest-for-love wasn't suited for ya'll
and my thoughts won't be muted or diluted
And water can't be polluted at all
I be,
too many delusions I see when you and you losin' me
That's your 15 minutes, you 'em
They their conclusions
I just be disproving 'em, my ink hold weight
This paper hold heat like foil
Your correct in assuming the soil is
I'm growing weeds, I'm growing my weed
My shorty look like she from where they growing ya'll weave at
Ya'll throwing shade, I three-man that
It's been a one-man fast break, ya'll ain't even seen the yet

wrong wit' 'em
to it
Fuck wit' 'em
to it
These niggas talker not
The drive of Walker, I got it
Can't touch 'em, like, now that I'm this Henny Hypnotic
Fuck wrong 'em
to it (uh!)