Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

I am not a human being, pussy for
Pop all the and spit 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' them the blues, Bobby "Blue"
Together we stand and fall on
with my bloods, call it b-ball

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

Yeah, now I'm on my griz
And y'all's a bunch a squares a motherfuckin' grid
Shit, fuck me and get hit
I fuck the Nina, make 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 scream fuck it, it is

I am the rhymin'
I got a cup of ya time, I waste 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 a being

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

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

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

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

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

I am the oasis
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

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

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

Spittin' that rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my, and my money on et cetera, dots
Still get a ache every 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 than a ski shop, 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 on the line, I'm not racin'
I thank God that I am not

I am not, I am not a being