Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

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

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

days ain't shit, Young Money is
I got Bars, Three 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 a motherfuckin' grid
Shit, fuck me and get hit
I finger fuck the Nina, make the have kids

Just do it my nigga, I did
Name a motherfucker than me, bitch dead
Ya dig, here is big biz
And I scream fuck it, it is

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 basic, I am not a human

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

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

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

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

I stand tall a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream motherfuck you and designed you
And if you you hot, then 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 that I am not

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

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

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

Spittin' 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 'cause 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 won't

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 thank God I am not basic

I am not, I am not a human