Luyện nghe bài hát Hungry

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

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

Flashbacks of 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' split like com will let it ride in collision
Vision Coleco or tel, I battle stars in stellar
Regions, my thought scheme was my like my
Now, it's

My of rhyme applies to season and time
of mind, body and regions divine
In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin' the
Verbal vegetarian, squashed beef with Ice

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

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

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

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

Flowin' temperature, cats is presumed miniature
Like golf soft Tiger Woods
And real nigga angles I've stood ways that's geometric
need to rob banks with dike broads to set it

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

A praise in hell, raisin
the bill on my pager leavens
What you should have known day one
You will on day

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