Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

I am not a human being, for lunch
Pop all the balloons and in the punch, yeah
in the blunts
I ride through block, see a foot in the trunk

I don't know why they keep playin', better replay 'em
I'm givin' the blues, Bobby "Blue" Bland
Together we stand and fall on
with my bloods, call it b-ball

These days shit, Young Money is
I got Mars Bars, Musketeers
through coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm with the toast, cheers

Yeah, now I'm back on my
And y'all's a bunch a squares like a grid
Shit, with me and get hit
I finger fuck the Nina, make the bitch have

Just do it my nigga, I did
Name a motherfucker deeper than me, dead
Ya dig, this is big biz
And I scream it, whoever it is

I am the rhymin'
I got a cup of ya time, I won't it
I got my on the line, I'm not racin'
I thank God that I am not

I am not basic, I am not a human

Uh, rock star,
Now come to my and get lockjaw, baby
Rich nigga lookin' at the all crazy
It's that mob nigga, Martin Scorsese

Heater close range people are strange
But I bet AK .47 keep you ordained
You can't see nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm runnin' this shit, hundred yard

Uh, on infinity
I'm killin' 'em, see the flag from the enemy
Shoot you in yo' head and leave your dash of memories
Father, forgive me for my delivery

I will try you, I wouldn't lie,
I must be sticky 'cause them bitches got they glued
Young Money, baby, we the shit like fly
Y'all can't see us, like the shoes

I stand tall a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream you and whoever designed you
And if you think you hot, then obviously you lied to
And we don't die, we multiply and then we come you

I am the rhymin'
I got a cup of ya time, I won't it
I got my on the line, I'm not racin'
I thank God that I am not

I am not basic, I am not
I God that I am not basic, I am not a human being

from another world
Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover
Ness got the weed, rollin' than a southern girl
Strong arm rap a nigga did a hundred curls

star beeotch, check out how we rock
And if this hip hop, it must be me hop
I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's shop

Spittin' that rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my, and my money on et cetera, three
Still get a stomach every time I see cops
You better run motherfucker we not

You better run 'til your stop
You ain't even on a alphabet in my tea pot
Colder a ski shop, holdin' on to the top
And even if I let go I still G-rock

I am the oasis
I got a cup of ya time, I won't it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not
I thank God I am not basic

I am not, I am not a human