Luyện nghe bài hát Hungry

Yo, niggaz don't want none of
Niggaz know they can't fuck this
Turn this shit up just a little

I walk the night in armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat
Have him on Death Row searchin' for an scope
Yet I sparkle like Cara symbolize dope, like sirens do terror
Mariel just had a baby someone else

of past raps make me so glad I made it
Players is traded, I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded
My is grated shit is so bangin' niggaz say it's gang related
On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with

Crews is gettin' like decisions com will let it ride in collision
Vision Coleco or tel, I battle stars in stellar
Regions, my scheme was my like my offspring
Now, teethin'

My reason of rhyme applies to season and
Season of mind, body and regions
In cookouts, I'm leavin' the swine
Verbal vegetarian, squashed with Ice Cube

Came in this rap life nude now I'm fully clothed with
You tricks can't hide behind expensive and clothes
Old niggaz I like Luke does hoes in videos
With classic material, and rugged like

Got mag but my a mic
You fake like a smile, a hug, I'm tight
Skip ladies, this is rip a night
Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover

interracial lovers hold hands
I heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style
a Stone Isle profile
Mix between X and Sef when I go wild

Hold like a second nut until the second comin'
Hummin' comin' you with power like forwards do
Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm you
So, wack be cool, with them, I stay cordial

Flowin' room temperature, cats is presumed
Like golf soft Tiger Woods
And real angles I've stood with ways that's geometric
Don't need to rob banks with dike to set it

I to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
Rhyme wise, you a rest
You sat by the door like I was Wes Craven
You need to do deletin' and less savin'

A praise in hell, heaven
Like the bill on my pager
What you should known from day one
You on day seven

Hungry hip hop junkie in the
Hungry hip hop in the city
hip hop junkie in the city