Luyện nghe bài hát Different Shit

I'm hustlin' tryna' get out of the
And you hustle to get to me
I got plans, I get it on invading jungle
And I get it together my way, I'm going back home
To clean open space, doin' my thing

My nigga, I'm on cool shit
I'm in the money, not in the bullpens
You be into fuckin', not in the bullshit
Smokin' a balcony, by the pool, kid
Splurge on the late night
I off the way, the thirty-eight might end you
No selling raw, I'm an entrepeneur
Take a good look, you ain't a monster before
Yeah, I'm real ghetto, you ain't been to Yonkers
My young was 2 guns up, blowing dumb haze
Real quick to shoot at a nigga, on Sundays
Yeah, I changed, I the same fella
Ask the wifey what she think about the ring's
We smokin' on the beach, drinkin' pain killers
You ain't a gain, I got guns but you're killers, nah
But a nothing to brag about
I'm tryna' find my chi, you want the dragon
Nigga fuck yo' set, flag about?
Niggas is pussy so fuck it, I a Magnum out

Game is fact but fiction in it
Slang some diction in it
Peaceful but I hurt you, does that make me a
Liquor pour a fifth of it, leave all a of it
act the same,
But I'm always on different shit

Game is fact but fiction in it
Slang some diction in it
Peaceful but I hurt you, does that me a hippocrit?
pour a fifth of it, leave all a splif of it
act the same,
But I'm always on different shit
act the same,
But I'm always on different shit

The lit, I got appointments
If you ain't about cash, then it's pointless
I got a itching, moneys the ointment
get you shot in the face over a coin-flip
Couple of bucks enough
Never on Front street, lay in the cut
Paddle shift cool but I'd play with the clutch
Silence is golden, never it enough
My mama told me to
No telling and no telling what I'm to crooks
What I'm doing with books is getting information,
Call the cleaner, fix the situation,
I rhyme it's like a dissertation
Whether its vocal or verbal, the hoppin the hurdles
Shit hurt heart when your homie is tryna' burn you
Puttin' in work, the sweat soaked in your
people my pain, never wrote in a journal
Maybe I outta do it, but maybe I'm through it
Every when I rhyme, my nigga, recorder to it

Game is fact but fiction in it
Slang some diction in it
Peaceful but I hurt you, does that me a hypocrite?
pour a fifth of it, leave all a splif of it
Always act the
But I'm always on some shit

Game is fact but fiction in it
with some diction in it
Peaceful but I hurt you, does that me a hippocrit?
pour a fifth of it, leave all a splif of it
Always act the
But I'm on some different shit
act the same
But I'm on some different shit