Luyện nghe bài hát English Frank Warm Up Sessions (sbtv)

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I see my life before me
You boy try to war me
You bore me
Telling the same old
At thirteen I my first G
At I shot my first key
Mummy and daddy knew I was
The streets tried to me
Its four time little manna know i but forty forty
Back in the day, nah manna fought me
but now nah manna wanna see me see
so Im
'haps if I reach twenty
Call my best friend he at twenty five
Nah it no lie
if i say Im that real life
I aint safe on this war going on
are you really the ends
do you push a benz
have you really friends
do you really hold
do you really spit
really shot peng one of
you know where Im coming from
seventy-five thousand cds fam
five hundred keys and a in my hand
a hundred Gs of cream in the bank
you got problems drugs then just talk to Frank
i whether
whatever the I am
holding few or not its in my hand
residual yin yang fam
Blacklist click army gang, bang!
For rap shat my fam will bang a man
badaman get battered up and battered my hand
body buried in the belly of my lamb
boy betta know Ill bury in your clan
Im better you man
I bet a man a
Im better than with a Beretta in my hand
I bet evun that there can never ever be a better fella in this shadow of a man
Rebbellion and drillin in the a son of a man
and medalin with gangs peddelin my grams
You said youre gonna
but are you gonna bang though NO
I thought to buck shot your bang hoe
one from Jill Dando is how it can go in a movie round
I know real
poppa ta man is like pop a
with little man, to pop a mango
.... at me from 3 months old,
Man, I'm still seeing from from seven years ago,
I got [Lips?] seeing from 20 years ago,
5 ago
Where the fuck was you
Ive been doing for years
Blood, sweat, and tears.
you was [tought],
I was carrers.
A road i'm rapping, I had no place
I'm the best ever did it,
get that clear,
Cuz', Im a maniac, slash
the mat mans, way back with a big slappas,
a big ,
a fact that the big man with the raps
so take a Kit-Kat and sit with your shit raps,
Talking 10 grand for?
I spent 10 on my floors and doors,
he's not a on, no whip, no money in the bank,
and he's living at his moms poor.
These dumb MC's are talking 4 5's
about 45 in the rhymes.
If everybody had a on the 9
then every other body would be bodied on my
So if, all murder talk ain't no lie,
more men be murdered alie.
It's a lot, a lot, no it's a lie, it's a lie.
Cry wolf till the make a sly
but die if you don't have to twice if I break the ice like,
a red flag.
Fuck a flag.
Sorry fam, I had to do that.
What colors you bang, you only bang on you fam.
When I bang, I gyal, I don't do man
Pick him off his and put him back in the new van.
Wrap him in a box, choo man,
But only do man if you to do man.
Real know what to shoot man.
They'd rather get man for loot, fam.
Now Imma go in too for these youth man
I don't know about the truth fam.
here, we die for a reason
It's not only why we're squeezing
So are bitches and money.
So if man robbed you or fucked honey.
You even talk about your money.
And it gets ugly, this ain't Bugs
Man will push the buggie with a bucky and a huggie
but, had a duppie on the buggie,
And to think I have to live around you, YOU.
I glamorize it,
I it.
So this,
My man is madness,
Many man and my man are than a mad hatter
It's a game of and ladders and there's nothing but adders.