Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

I am not a human being, for lunch
Pop all the and spit in the punch, yeah
Kush in the
I ride 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, Bobby "Blue"
Together we and fall on y'all
Ballin' with my bloods, it b-ball

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

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 finger fuck the Nina, make the bitch kids

do it my nigga, I just 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 foot on the line, I'm not
I thank God I am not basic

I am not basic, I am not a being

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

close range 'cause people are strange
But I bet that AK .47 keep you
You can't see nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
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 leave dash full of memories
Father, forgive me for my delivery

I try you, I wouldn't lie, dude
I must be sticky 'cause them got they eyes glued
Money, baby, we the shit like fly food
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 you hot, then obviously you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply and then we come you

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

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

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

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

You better run your feet stop
You ain't even on a fuckin' 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 rhymin'
I got a cup of ya time, I waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not
I God that I am not basic

I am not, I am not a human