Luyện nghe bài hát I Am

G. Rap and my nigga
'Bout to do it style, you heard
It's a Igloo-Bad Boy collabo thing you
Y'all niggaz ready for it

Rambo style nigga
Two up
Y'all niggaz duck down or get your cap lifted off
That's how we doing it for the new millennium, you

of the wait, I'm gonna stay straight ghetto
Everybody high, don't say hello
Even when the sun shining it yellow
Get out of the borough if you it ain't thorough

play ball, AWOL, on the furlow
Still came down on the furl and hero
Red and Max's keep as clean as Ajax
Ghettos sling cracks you niggas pay tax

Now how ghetto is
You can catch me in your hallway a piss
One hand on my dick, one hand on a
Burnt lips from the roach clip, tips

If we closed, it I get ferocious
Blow whole shit and leave me in them roaches
In car motion I cause commotion
And I probably need some but I don't get fucked

I am a nigga, you can tell in a talk
On the corner the snort
hell in New York
Won't stop for a minute cops telling you

guards telling you pork
Settle for shorts, running from
Newports, thoughts
On the bodies a court nobody supports

What's a nigga? Thorough niggas that get cake
Five boroughs of niggaz do his [unverified] a [unverified] weight
garments to trick jake, yo dis jake
I it, yo I got warrants in six states

Stay calm in a stolen with switched plates
Snitches hate, I never a print to trace
evidence I leave is hickies on chicks' face
On the corner the crooked niggas, but yo shit's straight

We start war to leave with these revolvers
Shell case never touch the floor, sneaky slick enough y'all
I'm man enough to put on a
up like grand-mama and bust y'all

Get close enough to your vest and tux off
Who would have thought the lady with the car crush
Too to get caught, but I got fam up north
So if put me in cuffs and court, fuck y'all

I am a ghetto nigga, you can in a talk
On the corner selling the
It's hell in New
Won't stop for a minute cops telling you

Fake telling you pork
for shorts, running from court
Newports, criminal
On the blocks bodies a nobody supports

Cock back the hammer, and pop that cantaloupe
For the venom in my python spit, it no antidote
Jackpot from blocks, I was a man of dope
Snapshots'll get your camera

Your hoes used to plan a gross with the toast
Close and stand
Rubber bands of C-notes, grams of the
blade tuck the side the line, the banter of the coke

Watching die with my hand on they throat
Sinkin' river and wash up on land when they float
Choking on your own words, should've watched the grammar you
One last final approach, your whole family ghost

Bust bottles of cham and we toast, to your photo in the post
Sex gland cut off jammed in throat, man are you gross
Bitch hanging from a lamppost, we shoot from up
Blow the most, catch an overdose
Nigga, we own the

I am a nigga, you can tell in a talk
On the corner the snort
It's in New York
stop for a minute cops telling you walk

Fake guards telling you
Settle for shorts, from court
Newports, criminal
On the bodies a court nobody supports

I am
I am