Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Be

Yeah, Yeah...
I'm often, sittin' in my world in the coffin, coughin off the herb of the curb.
Money, money, is what they concur.
Do they Agree? they might see, could be.
Not exactly they 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, parkin lot a doubple piece, then.
My mom swore I'd be the next cometh.
Them otha far from it.
Can't stand how 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 first and you raise the stakes, higher.
Not talkin shit fire, please muthafucka.
All this BAPE shit I rock is otha.
Who the MCs in Cleve?
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 below I'm the that needs a gold medal.
Styles of homeboy, I got plenty.
I payed for my noodle, the vortex. Textin' 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 crystal clear can I be?
How crystal 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?