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

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

Honestly can't nobody come for me Kendrick
And I hope you offended, like untrue
Don't make me debunk kung-fu
Fuck up the whole shui when we come through
They hurt us
My shit in Target, I'm Nate Burkus, they ain't
Can she walk out with the
niggas babbling about who the greatest and who after him
If intelligent discussion was dribbling, be travelling
And I'd be somewhere Globetrot traffickin' truth
I'm adamant about the handle I got on shit
I it after James Harden and James Patterson
make me Alex Cross, cross 'tween,
skip through that lane and strategy (uh!)
Niggas lose medullas, fuckin' my shooters
Rappers medallions fuckin' with Chicago
So many niggas hangin', they Mr. Cooper
Police they are shooters then bloopers
They gon' that shit on T.V., 'til we Stevie to it
Say we can't them drink the water
I don't if we can lead 'em to it
I see the difference, I see improvement
I see people that look like me leeching to it
And speaking on it is preaching to 'em
And apparently opinions is
tragic to mention, no matter
But only when you got checks and new
and a few floors, more than a duplex
I'm too for all this, fifth-grade, bitch-made
your mouth when you spit facts, what for?
I got the nigga
Heard 'Soul album and I knew that I niggas greatly
Alex at the root of it all
My quest-for-love just wasn't for ya'll
and my black thoughts be muted or diluted
And livin' water can't be at all
I be,
too many I see when you speaking 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 aluminum foil
Your correct in assuming the soil is
I'm growing like weeds, I'm my weed
My shorty look like she come from where they growing weave at
throwing shade, I three-man weave that
It's been a one-man break, ya'll ain't even seen the team yet

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