Luyện nghe bài hát Ego Trippin'

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Ey, by now everybody breathin' should be into
With us even have a lovin' me when I begin to rip
Betta be that when I hinder the sinister nemesis
Cuz I'm grim a bit, I am at the end of I'm finna get
I'll finish it witta diss fun of his but I get no benefit
I am not a demon cuz I'm always beamin' and on some sinner
This shall replenish this menace in glimpsed up set on my syndicate
This genesis spit and diminish shiiiiit

(Chorus)
I then took all I can stands, and I stands no more
When we bust they their hands
*Blast,
Clap clap till their are sore
And possibly could you be of me (afraid of me)
Be who you're fuxkin' with, boy don't let your ego trip

I can't no more like I was Popeye
I got my spinach and now the industry dropped by
When I rock a spot my to be shot high
In a dark sky in hops I... not die
They really are of me they said the T would not fly
And credit was deaded but he kinectly up and guap rised
Off the top I not lie
Bread is my fetish and I rarely get it that's why I'm a hip hop guy
So stop try, do not pry and me have to bring the glock by nigga hot fry
Ya mami witta sigh lost why?
Because the did her man like standing on pot pie
And now I keep that'll make Dennis Hof buy twat
I be so paper that it the cops spy
and now the tryin' to mock my walk to the top
dy-namic and not, I boss N9NE!!!

(Chorus)
I then took all I can stands, and I stands no more
When we bust clap their hands
Clap till their hands are sore
And could you be afraid of me (afraid of me)
Be careful who you're fuxkin' with, boy don't let your ego