Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

I am not a human being, for lunch
Pop all the and spit in the punch, yeah
in the blunts
I ride your 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
Ballin' with my bloods, call it

These days ain't shit, Money is
I got Mars Bars, Three
Come coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm ridin' the toast, cheers

Yeah, now I'm on my griz
And a bunch a squares like a motherfuckin' grid
Shit, fuck me and get hit
I finger fuck the Nina, the bitch have kids

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

I am the rhymin'
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 basic, I am not a being

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

Heater close range people are strange
But I bet that AK .47 you ordained
You see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm runnin' shit, hundred yard gain

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

I will try you, I lie, dude
I must be sticky 'cause them bitches got they glued
Young Money, baby, we the like fly food
Y'all see us, like the bride shoes

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

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

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

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

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

Spittin' heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my, and my on et cetera, three dots
get a stomach ache every time I see cops
You better run 'cause we not

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

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

I am not, I am not a being