Luyện nghe bài hát Bruce Banner

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

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

Honestly nobody come for me 'cept Kendrick
And I hope you offended, like untrue
Don't make me debunk your
Fuck up the Feng shui when we come through
They can't us
My in Target, I'm Nate Burkus, they ain't perfect
Can she walk out with the
Y'all babbling about who the greatest and who after him
If intelligent discussion was dribbling, you'd be
And I'd be somewhere Harlem traffickin' truth
I'm about 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 strategy (uh!)
Niggas lose medullas, with my shooters
Rappers lose medallions fuckin' with
So many hangin', they know Mr. Cooper
Police they are shooters then bloopers
They gon' play that shit on T.V., 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 leeching to it
And apparently on it is preaching to 'em
And having opinions is
tragic to mention, no matter
But when you got blue checks and new
and a few floors, more than a duplex
I'm too stressed for all this, fifth-grade,
Watch mouth when you spit facts, what for?
I got the fire
'Soul album and I knew that I inspire niggas greatly
Alex Hailey at the of it all
My quest-for-love just wasn't for ya'll
and my black won't be muted or diluted
And livin' can't be polluted at all
I be,
too many I see when you speaking and you losin' me
your 15 minutes, you losin' 'em
They their conclusions
I just be just disproving 'em, my ink weight
paper hold heat like aluminum foil
Your correct in the soil is fertile
I'm growing like weeds, I'm my weed
My shorty look like she come from they growing ya'll weave at
Ya'll throwing shade, I three-man weave
It's been a one-man fast break, ya'll even seen the team yet

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