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 what concur.
Do they what 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, lot a doubple piece, parked 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 put you, in the same place or give you the same face.
Find you and you couldnt raise the stakes, higher.
Not talkin shit fire, please muthafucka.
All this BAPE shit I rock is otha.
Who the best MCs in
Cas, Chip, da Cudder, da illness.
And gotta feel this.
Took a decade to say I'm paid.
Took a took a decade just to get girls to lay down, spread eagle, pop dat ho'.
Need the love below I'm the that needs a gold medal.
Styles of homeboy, I got plenty.
I for my noodle, the digital vortex. Textin' a freak.
Digital sex.
She wanna a dong cuz my songs me digital checks.
Gigabytes decide the words I write, I get gone 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?