Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

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

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

These days shit, Young Money is
I got Mars Bars, Three
Come through coupe same color as
And you know I'm ridin' with the toast,

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

Just do it my nigga, I did
Name a motherfucker deeper 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 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 and get lockjaw, baby
Rich nigga at the cops all crazy
that mob shit nigga, Martin Scorsese

Heater close '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' this shit, hundred yard

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

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

I stand like a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream you and whoever designed you
And if you think you hot, then obviously you 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 thank God that I am not

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

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

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

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

You run 'til your 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 waste 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