Luyện nghe bài hát Falconry

Yo me the ball fool
You better fuckin' me, ya
the fuck up, I roof this shit
Fuckin' 360 on this
I don't a fuck
I'll kick motherfucking ball over the fence
No on

I you see me on the TV, lookin' like a hunk of beef
When I smell baby mama's shit dungarees
Somebody get the kid a deal he sound me
But nah, dunny don't get like me
The falcon back to the glove when I whistle
try to put me in the box like a tissue
'Cause I push you in the box a pink suit
Fuck and have some squid ink soup, bitch
(Ah man there's so much fuckin' hash in this joint now son)
Uh, you ain't a legend Gianni
I'm so Queens a Roy Wilker's T-shirt
one arm shredded, and one arm missing
Dog, I was with Allah's vision
I learned quick I follow suit
'Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar
Now I'm sittin' in first class with a hard
Listenin' to German riffs, what a life
I was made like the beginning of Park
When they the fucking bluff on the mosquito with a dope needle
Then they it in a wild lion, 1983
I out holdin' a iron with a visor on
Yeah, uh huh, ha ha ha
Yo, the videos are like a Jewish camp promo
Your ideas lack of dope,

Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon
On the low a whip without shocks
I bag in flocks
Representative for everything
Ya'll niggas live, so it's officially an issue
proof penmanship, padded on a rugby
Hammerin' the 'case a nigga try to thug me
I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget
Treat the last I broke just like a rival
Uh, I'm New York before it turned into a bike
had a light frame, spit the pipe cane
It was written but I it
Put religion right on my neck and then I it
Laurenovitch,

3:36 in the
Location, a drug area, Brooklyn, New York
What am I Standing on an unidentified corner
With a individual, corn rows, foamposits
All sorts of a in his waste
But who are you? She love me when I'm naked