Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

I am not a human being, pussy for
Pop all the balloons and in the punch, yeah
Kush in the
I ride your block, see a foot in the trunk

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

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

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

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 foot on the line, I'm not
I God that I am not basic

I am not basic, I am not a being

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

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

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

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

I tall like a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream motherfuck you and designed you
And if you think you hot, obviously you were lied to
And we die, we multiply and then we come divide you

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

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

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

Rock star beeotch, check out how we
And if ain't hip hop, it must be me hop
I'm higher than a tree top, she my lollipop
I still get my candy from your sweet shop

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

You better run your feet stop
You even on a fuckin' alphabet in my tea pot
Colder a ski shop, holdin' on to the top
And if I let go I still won't 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 I am not basic

I am not, I am not a human