Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

I am not a being, pussy for lunch
Pop all the and spit in the punch, yeah
in the blunts
I ride through your block, see a foot in the

I don't know why they keep playin', they better 'em
I'm givin' them the blues, "Blue" Bland
we stand and fall on y'all
Ballin' my bloods, call it b-ball

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

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

do it my nigga, I just did
Name a motherfucker than me, bitch dead
Ya dig, here is big biz
And I scream fuck it, 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 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 at the cops all crazy
It's that mob nigga, Martin Scorsese

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

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

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

I stand like a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream motherfuck you and whoever you
And if you think you hot, then you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply and then we divide 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 God that I am not basic

I am not basic, I am not
I thank God 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, thicker 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 top, she lick my lollipop
I still get my candy from girlfriend's sweet shop

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

You better run 'til feet stop
You ain't on a fuckin' 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 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 I am not basic

I am not, I am not a human