Luyện nghe bài hát Fan Mail

Baby, bring ashtray in here

And bring my mail, on top of the counter
Here
Thanks, what's
I don't some mail came for you today
Fiscal, professional, what's this man?
Anyway, the food be ready in 20 minutes

Peace Allah, this scribe reach ya hands in good health
As for self, no sense of worryin' my cards dealt
in a cell, fishscale, fifth year of my bid
Finally got a chance to connect with my kids

It's hard due to carelessness, I scarred they moms
And temporary, I was barred voluntary the
Nevertheless, it's issues I to address
Pertainin' to certain statements that made me

Faced with life, it when reality hit
And wit crime come a lot of shit
Too many conspiracies linkin'
Like the court system designed to keep the mind thinkin'

Fog ya vision, guess it's just the of livin'
But me, most great men became God in prison
Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of
I was up in Cansaki, niggas started to

You souls to a lost population of men
And no doubt, if ever out, they'll never lock me
Faced wit 10 on time, wit life on the back
It's fucked up when your own folks writin' you back

Learn to relax, spoke wit certain cats helped adapt
You the streets to the pen, it's kinda hard to transact
All the and the pretty women, condos
The clothes and the city

I seen division, of the population
It's either submit, death or incarceration, I the combination
between reality rap and the fakes
Some do it for the salary cap few

And been what I been at least in fraction
So when they spit you could feel the passion, I see you
That Nas and that jigga started some shit
It the prison system we should argue a bit

It's a glimpse of what's to
The past follow, hold the voice just me holdin' my last bottle
I like that of a star without the title, I had to write you
It's beyond to enlight you

It's a of appreciation for bein' that poet with no abbreviations
Much respect from us all wish you success
Get yours, take money nigga, the rest, I'm signin' off
And in the way that I greet and say peace
in mind always rep the streets, you that nigga

Word, gotta write homey
Ayo, boo I got any of that mail out there?
Got a few
You gotta read this one, the shit here is deep, man
Aiight, gimme a
Okay, this one right here?
Oh from Nashville, alright lemme see this

AZ, is Camille since Sugarhill been a fan
And since to me you still a man
A real card player rarely reveals his
And sincerely, I say the hood feel ya jam

I sit and to your latest edition
dishes in the kitchen
Or twistin' the baby dreads on little
It's so sickenin', his father, we miss him
He was killed in a '99 car

I the best ones God get them, [Inaudible]
It's just the way it is in this bizarre
You remind me of his one concernin' words you speak
You and him both got that funny of slur in y'all speech

At night it's like his just emerge in my sleep
I smoke herb so grief can stop disturbin' my peace
My life's deep, it coincide with the way you rap
I hate it them commentators say that you back

You never left you was always years of the rest
My baby-father even felt your style, he say you was
How you dress, how you when you in the public?
Without a lot of gotta love it that's how you thug it

Know that, that's right, it's big boy, okay,