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 Agree? what they might see, could be.
Not what they thought.
The car the rap star allgededly bought is probly the car that the rap star 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 niggas far 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 put you, in the same place or give you the same face.
Find you and you couldnt raise the stakes, higher.
Not shit just fire, please muthafucka.
All BAPE 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 just to get girls to lay down, spread eagle, pop dat pussy ho'.
Need the love below I'm the champ needs a gold medal.
Styles of homeboy, I got plenty.
I payed for my noodle, the digital vortex. a freak.
Digital sex.
She suck a dong cuz my songs me digital checks.
Gigabytes decide the words that I write, I get nigga day and night.
Unh. it literally.
How more crystal can I be?
How more clear can I be?
How more crystal can I be?
Can I be?
Can I be?
Unh huh, yeah.
Can I be-...-e.
How more crystal can I be?
Can I be?
Can I be?