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,
Kush in the
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, Bobby "Blue"
Together we stand and fall on
with my bloods, call it b-ball

These days shit, Young Money is
I got Bars, Three Musketeers
through coupe same color as veneers
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 grid
Shit, fuck me and get hit
I finger fuck the Nina, make the bitch kids

Just do it my nigga, I did
Name a deeper than me, bitch dead
Ya dig, here is big biz
And I fuck it, whoever 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 thank God that I am not

I am not basic, I am not a human

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

Heater close range 'cause people are
But I bet AK .47 keep you ordained
You can't see nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm runnin' shit, hundred yard gain

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

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

I stand tall a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream you and whoever designed you
And if you you hot, then 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 foot on the line, I'm not
I God that I am not basic

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

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

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

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

You better run 'til feet stop
You ain't even on a fuckin' in my tea pot
Colder than a ski shop, 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 on the line, I'm not racin'
I thank God I am not basic

I am not, I am not a being