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 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.
Them otha far from it.
stand 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 talkin just fire, please muthafucka.
All this BAPE shit I rock is 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 to get girls to lay down, spread eagle, pop dat pussy ho'.
Need the below I'm the champ that needs a gold medal.
Styles of homeboy, I got plenty.
I for my noodle, the digital vortex. Textin' a freak.
phone sex.
She wanna suck a cuz my songs me digital checks.
Gigabytes 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 more crystal can I be?
Can I be?
Can I be?
Unh huh, yeah.
Can I be-...-e.
How crystal clear can I be?
Can I be?
Can I be?