Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Be

Yeah, Yeah...
I'm often often, in my world in the coffin, coughin off the herb of the curb.
Money, money, money is what concur.
Do they Agree? they might see, could be.
Not exactly what thought.
The car the rap star allgededly bought is probly the same car that the rap rented.
Front end in tennis, in the snowfish.
Tailin' the whip, lot a doubple piece, parked then.
My mom swore that I'd be the cometh.
Them otha far from it.
Can't stand how these dick rock bandits get granted the access.
All up in the mix.
be a Kanye.
Wanna be a P, but nigga.
All the BBC cannot put you, in the same or give you the same face.
Find you first and you couldnt the stakes, higher.
Not talkin just fire, please muthafucka.
All this BAPE shit I rock is otha.
Who the MCs in Cleve?
Cas, Chip, da Cudder, da illness.
And Ohio gotta this.
Took a decade to say I'm paid.
Took a took a decade to get girls to lay down, spread eagle, pop dat pussy ho'.
Need the love below I'm the champ that a gold medal.
Styles of homeboy, I got plenty.
I payed for my noodle, the vortex. Textin' a freak.
phone sex.
She wanna a dong cuz my songs me digital checks.
Gigabytes decide the words that I write, I get gone day and night.
Unh. it literally.
How more clear can I be?
How more crystal can I be?
How more clear can I be?
Can I be?
Can I be?
Unh huh, yeah.
Can I be-...-e.
How more clear can I be?
Can I be?
Can I be?