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 through your block, see a foot in the

I don't know why they playin', they better replay 'em
I'm them the blues, Bobby "Blue" Bland
Together we and fall on y'all
with 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 with the toast, cheers

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

Just do it my nigga, I did
Name a motherfucker deeper than me, dead
Ya dig, this is big biz
And I scream 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 being

Uh, rock star,
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw,
nigga lookin' at the cops all crazy
It's that mob shit nigga, Scorsese

close range 'cause people are strange
But I bet that AK .47 you ordained
You see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm runnin' this shit, hundred yard

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

I try you, I wouldn't lie, dude
I be sticky 'cause them bitches got they eyes glued
Money, baby, we the shit like fly food
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 were 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 waste 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
I God that I am not basic, I am not a human being

from another world
Magazine of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Ness got the weed, rollin' thicker a southern girl
Strong arm rap like a 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 tree top, she my lollipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's shop

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

You better run 'til 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 won't 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 that I am not

I am not, I am not a human