Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

I am not a human being, for lunch
Pop all the balloons and 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"
we stand and fall on y'all
Ballin' my bloods, call it b-ball

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

Yeah, now I'm on my griz
And a bunch a squares like 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 motherfucker deeper than me, dead
Ya dig, this is big biz
And I fuck it, whoever it is

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 God that 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 lookin' at the cops all crazy
It's that mob shit nigga, Scorsese

Heater 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, on infinity
I'm killin' 'em, see the 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 got they eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the shit fly food
Y'all can't see us, the bride shoes

I tall like a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream motherfuck you and whoever you
And if you think you hot, then 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 on the line, I'm not racin'
I God that I am not basic

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 cover
Ness got the weed, rollin' thicker a southern girl
Strong arm rap a nigga did a hundred curls

Rock star beeotch, out how we rock
And if this hip hop, it must be me hop
I'm higher than a top, she lick my lollipop
I still get my from your girlfriend's sweet shop

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

You better run 'til feet stop
You ain't on a fuckin' 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 waste 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 human