Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

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

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

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

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 have

Just do it my nigga, I did
Name a motherfucker than me, bitch dead
Ya dig, here is big biz
And I scream it, whoever 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 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 nigga at the cops all crazy
It's that mob shit nigga, Scorsese

Heater close range 'cause are strange
But I bet AK .47 keep you ordained
You see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
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 dash full of memories
Father, me for my brash delivery

I try you, I wouldn't 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, the bride shoes

I stand tall a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream motherfuck you and whoever you
And if you think you hot, obviously you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply and then we come you

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

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

Spittin' that rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my, and my money on et cetera, dots
get a stomach ache every time 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
Colder than a ski shop, 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 on the line, I'm not racin'
I thank God that I am not

I am not, I am not a being