Luyện nghe bài hát Hungry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hold mics like a second nut until the second
Hummin' comin' towards you with 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, is presumed miniature
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 levitate to the occasion, lounge like a
Rhyme wise, you a haven
You sat by the spooked like I was Wes Craven
You need to do more and less savin'

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

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