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 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 stand and on y'all
Ballin' my bloods, call it b-ball

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

Yeah, now I'm back on my
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

do it my nigga, I just did
Name a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch
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 won't 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 a being

Uh, rock star,
Now come to my and get lockjaw, baby
Rich nigga lookin' at the cops all
It's that mob shit nigga, Martin

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

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 brash

I will try you, I wouldn't lie,
I must be sticky them bitches got they eyes glued
Money, baby, we the shit like 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 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 foot on the line, I'm not
I thank God that I am not

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

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

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 sweet shop

Spittin' that 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 alphabet in my tea pot
than 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 won't 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