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, money is what concur.
Do they Agree? what they might see, be.
Not exactly they thought.
The car the rap star allgededly bought is probly the same car the rap star rented.
Front end in tennis, in the snowfish.
the whip, parkin lot a doubple piece, parked then.
My mom swore I'd be the next cometh.
Them niggas far from it.
Can't stand how these dick rock bandits even get the access.
All up in the mix.
be a Kanye.
Wanna be a P, but nigga.
All the BBC put you, in the same place or give you the same face.
Find you first and you couldnt the stakes, higher.
Not talkin shit just fire, muthafucka.
All this shit I rock is none otha.
Who the MCs in Cleve?
Cas, Chip, da Cudder, da illness.
And gotta feel this.
a decade just to say I'm paid.
Took a took a decade just to get girls to lay down, 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.
Digital sex.
She wanna suck a dong cuz my me digital checks.
Gigabytes 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 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?