Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Be

Yeah, Yeah...
I'm often often, sittin' in my world in the coffin, off the herb of the curb.
Money, money, money is they concur.
Do they what they might see, could be.
Not exactly what thought.
The car the rap star allgededly is probly the same car that the rap star rented.
end in tennis, supreme in the snowfish.
Tailin' the whip, parkin lot a doubple piece, then.
My mom swore that I'd be the cometh.
otha niggas far from it.
Can't how these dick rock bandits even 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 and you couldnt raise the stakes, higher.
Not talkin just fire, please muthafucka.
All this BAPE shit I is none otha.
Who the best MCs in
Cas, Chip, da Cudder, da illness.
And Ohio feel this.
a decade just to say I'm paid.
Took a took a decade just to get to lay down, spread eagle, pop dat pussy ho'.
Need the love I'm the champ that needs a gold medal.
of flow homeboy, I got plenty.
I payed for my noodle, the digital vortex. a freak.
phone sex.
She wanna suck a cuz my songs me digital checks.
decide the words that I write, I get gone nigga day and night.
Unh. it literally.
How more clear can I be?
How more clear can I be?
How crystal 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?